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Flesh of My Flesh - Cersei / Glee

Title: Flesh of My Flesh
Author: factionb
Fandom: ASOIAF (Song Ice and Fire)
Couple: Cersei / Joffrey
Order: natxopistatxo in this prompt.
Warning: little incest, NC-17 by issues of sensitivity and sexual scenes.
Notes: Sorry I posted two days late, and I explained to darkilluz the situation, but the important thing is that here it is! It has cost me, I will not lie (xDD), but not as much as I thought, because as I told you of what I hope everything Lannister.

Disclaimer: George RR Martin is a bitch and not molamos fickers too. Nah, you But look what we care ... :) All this is yours, Sir, and much to my regret, but probably if I had another person would lose much of his genius. We want with all their Borderías, look!

Flesh of My Flesh

"That girl is unbearable mother.

"A prince should never speak well of his fiancee, affection.

- I can not help it! "The boy was up, standing at full height, significantly lower than that of an adult man and a highlight for her age. Pale hands in two fists contracted mad, lips quivering oppressed between teeth. Watched his mother among the golden curls that had escaped the charged crown jewels that adorned the forehead. Also, do not I gain nothing. Do not know why I have to keep being nice to her. It is stupid and weepy.

"Trust me, son. He released the silk handkerchief and sewing tools on a cojíny approached him, raising both arms to reposition each of golden snails with the rest of the hair.

Cersei watched him closely, with the expression devoted to motherhood begins in women. With that smile dancing on her face, her eyes bright and his face relaxed. The anger of her son woke up a mixture of tenderness and curiosity that made her feel deeply attached to him, proud of have done such a force and character to nest in the chest would be his heir.

was still a child, but had nothing to envy to the courage of any adult male. She did not hesitate to admit, was far more valuable than your father. However, conscious of its few options, granted to Robert the "privilege" to bring up those who were only their children, yours and Jaime. The king had trying, again and again, with stubborn perseverance in educating Joffrey concept of honor, mercy, of manhood. But since very young, the child had fully taken his loyalty was with the Lannister, and not to the Kingdom. She did not even need to spend a complex explanation: the blood called blood. And a life like yours, pure and glorious existence Lannister was too clever for that kind of red tape. Joffrey

slowly relaxed under his touch. Still shaking slightly, soft drops of sweat beaded her forehead. Her hair smelled the sweet aromas that will spice the maids bath, the habitacióny intoxicating sense of his mother.

"Listen, little, some things-

She looked with anger flashing in blue iris.

"Do not call me.

"I must respect your mother, young man," she said as she gave him a slap on the cheek.

- I hate women! The hate, mother, I hate them all!

Cersei grabbed him by one arm, smiling gently. Increased some of the pressure of his fingers, driving the buds possessive, aware of the effect it had on the child.

"Never, you hear? "I shook a bit and shortened the distance between them. Never underestimate a woman. Face the fear men and their wives, my son. For though they are the hand holding the sword, we are the cutting edge pierces the flesh. Joffrey

looked at him, opening his eyes in fear and bewilderment. He felt his mother's fingers opened and released his arm, patting the violated area gently. It took both wrists and led him back to the cushions, sit facing each other.

I do not understand, Mother. Why do I need to that Stark? He asked, shifting slightly the face without leaving it. Why do you need a man to women?

could not suppress the laughter that pierced his lips like a whirlwind of pride. His son was still so naive, I still had that purity and that cunning childhood freely bestowed upon those who are the traitors and murderers of tomorrow. And it absolutely loved it all of their children, without any remedy. From the laconic expression was contempt in her sweet features, so typical of James, to the aristocratic nose curve made by joining them with the upper lip, so characteristic of all Lannister. I loved them as their own entrails. I knew it, knew it would be able to boot one to one (stomach, heart, liver) they . sabíay What a sweet madness extrañay flooded with this simple thought. Had described as the bastard of Stark, beside them was as full as when his brother entered it. I felt that everything made sense. I felt that neither his own death could separate them.

"Still you are very young, my child. He released one of his wrists and fingers gently touched her cheek, rosy and smooth. The women are all that a man has in his life. How What can compare the honor, battles, victories? Not with the love of a woman. Not with the heat of arms that apparently fragile, can destroy as easily as they give you the greatest pleasures you can experience in life. Joffrey

lowered his eyes, a reddish innocent staying on his face.

"Mother, I have to confess something. Once I kissed her. "He looked up, stared posándola in the Queen. But I repent! I regret very much!

-No ashamed, she reassured him, extending his hands on both sides of the child's face, picking up part of his neck. It's normal. Men have needs. But tell me one thing. "They sat on cushions, legs slightly changing the position to be left to one side of his body. She looked at him suspiciously. Did you like?

"No, I do not know ..." The question nested, thin and transparent, in their eyes. Yes?

- Want know what can serve Lady Stark, my prince? "He nodded and swallowed up in thick, moving his fledgling Adam's apple. Give me your hand.

The boy obeyed, tending to his mother's fingers. She turned, still holding him. Cleared the hair, letting it fall to the side of his neck, covering part of the chest and stomach of the dress.

-Undo buttons. With care, your Lord Father ride in anger if you break a dress as expensive.

Cersei cold yolks noticed your child sound out the back, beginning the journey through each of the loops, curls caressing the exposed skin.

"Now take me down the shoulders, slowly, to the elbows" he said, felt that he was nearing the end of the line of buttons covered with cloth of gold. Joffrey

stood on his knees, going use whatever her mother, sliding your fingers between the fabric and flesh, biting his lip nervously. I could barely see through the curtain of hair volvíaa curly that cover his face, and felt a cold sweat trickling down his temple, while reaching the corner of his mouth. Licked the salty drops, impatient and insecure, trying to trust the intentions of his mother.

Cersei took the pale limbs that crossed his arms and guided by his neck. He closed his eyes, drifting down memory lane for the first time I had that feeling, that first breath parecíaa therefore increasingly agitated by his son, those clumsy hands that were the first and that she would always be the only ones. He stretched his neck, resting her head on the bony shoulder, still leading the slender fingers down, slowly wiping out the fabric for leaving her breasts exposed. He released her wrists and arms dropped, loose, on the skirts increasingly wrinkled clothing. The boy did not withdraw, and after a brief moment of hesitation, he persevered in what his mother had started, feeling skin against her fingertips bristled as voluptuously curved meat. It stopped just before reaching the nipples, watching his eyes clouded what stood before him. Cersei opened his eyes and recovered one of the fingers of his son, passing smoothly through the wrinkled skin of the breast center, noting how the air escaped him, warm and whimsical, from the lips half open. Joffrey

heard the delicate sound that had escaped from the mouth of his mother, a sound that resembled a brown maid, that girl so pretty that she prepared the bath, did a few nights when He peeked through the shadows of the corridors through the appropriate hole he had in the wooden door of his room. But he soon forgot about it when his fingers almost automatically headed for the other breast, mimicking with all the accuracy I was able movements his mother had told him. The sound was repeated, and the boy smiled against Cersei long hair. It looked back at Ely accompanied him on his smile, feeling again that pride and that bond hard as steel swords. Straightened and she put before him, leaving him to see the nakedness which had previously touched.

"Good King has to please his queen. An unsatisfied woman is like a hungry cat: an animal too dangerous to trust him. He took the Joffrey's chin with two fingers, bringing their faces. I see what you did to the girl Stark. "The boy nodded. Show it to your mother.

Her lips were trembling when Cersei rested on those, but she continued guiding him from the chin trying to make her feel safe, to trust, who flung himself . When did you enter it, felt his mouth dry, but sweet anticipation. He deepened the kiss his shirt rubbing against her bare breasts, trying to gradually reduce the distance between the two bodies, lost in the smells of his childhood and innocence.

"Someday you'll be my king, Joffrey Lannister. "He gave a little moan against his lips. Would you like to call you so, right? "Under the dress, slipped between the legs silk cushions, being seated on the knees bent. Could not help but wonder at the moisture noticed the open, that could only lead to his twin. My King. "Gently, he put his hand soft as a maiden, between the heavy silk dress trimmed. The hand was flesh of his flesh. The hand that someday (not so far) hold the sword of Robert (and as weak) . He looked between the golden hair, hair they were confused, I could not tell if they were yours or your mother. They both smiled and kissed her, wishing all you had to give, to teach, to promise. Just before leading one of the fingers inward, whispered, "The King Joffrey. Joffrey

the Fair ... The last words are hardly distinguished, converted into a ragged gasp that was lost in a sea of pristine curls. The boy began to move his finger, feeling the power he had over his mother at the time, holding it with all the courage of his twelve years. With a nod as consent, Joffrey slipped another, and saw how that first humidity was increasing, impregnating his fingers. He saw his silk pants suddenly seemed too small, pressing his erection against the seams of gold.

Cersei emitted incoherent babbling, grunts knew henchirían of pride to his son and would learn the lesson. I knew the recall. I knew all the times after remember her. He knew, with twisted satisfaction that the buscaríaa always it. That would compare frantically, over and over again, that under the sheets would move his hands up and down, harder, softer, slower, and populate your mind for weeks (probably years).

also knew he had succeeded in giving to Sansa Stark. Joffrey's wish, it would repeat what he had done to her. Would like submit it, bend it, being in control. Undo it until it was reduced to skin and lips trembling imploringly.

And lost in thought, intoxicated by victory, was surprised frantically shaking hands in the hands of his son, his Lannister, abandoning herself to an orgasm that sabíaa pale and golden to scarlet and steel. He warned, with exquisite irony that only knows how to give, it was the first time a king of pleasure trembled.

I hope you enjoyed! despite my clumsiness and my shit xDD
I know that's not exactly what you asked, but I stopped when the muse has told me "until you get here." Anyway, I've done very cariñoy Lannister whole mentality that I have:)