STORY TITLE: The Gift of the Mother Goddess

PART: 05 of ?
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )
DISTRIBUTION: , Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, the Game of Thrones Characters and setting are owned by George R.R. Martin and HBO
SUMMARY: Robert Baratheon II (Firstborn son of Robert and Cersei) discovers his unique gift, a gift that most women would kill to receive. There is a catch, of course.

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Robert Baratheon II/Multi

RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 5,146

SPOILERS: None, goes extremely AU during the first season of Game of Thrones.

AUTHORS NOTES: There are quite a few changes to canon, the survival of Robert and Cersei's first child is only the start! I've made some alterations to the histories of both the Baratheon and Lannister families, but they took place generations prior to the start of the story so it shouldn't pull you out of things. I am also playing a bit with the timelines, to allow for certain events to happen prior to the start of the series. Also, in the book and series, Mhaegen is extremely young, but for story purposes, I've aged her quite a bit.

NOTE ON DATES: There is very little information available on the names of months and days in Westeros, so I'm just using the number of moons that have passed. i.e. 1st Month of the Year is the First Moon, 2nd Month is Second Moon, etc.
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.

Red Keep

Royal Family Sept

Three Hours Later

The woman's voice echoed in his mind, amused, "My dear child, why do you think I allowed you to survive your birth? This is why you are here."

Prince Robert lurched to his feet, his eyes staring at nothing, the scenes of horror burned into his brain. He stumbled to the privy just outside the chamber, falling to his knees as he emptied his stomach of everything he'd eaten in the last two days! Eventually it was over, and he leaned against, the wall, trying to spit the horrible taste from his mouth, when he wasn't damning his Uncle Tyrion to each of the Seven Hells for suggesting this!

He couldn't believe what the Mother had shown him, what she had told him. He was just sixteen, how was he supposed to complete this duty? But, the consequences of failure were too much to even think about. All the deaths, the destruction of the Realms, not to mention what would happen to his own family meant that he had to do everything possible to complete his tasks. He closed his eyes briefly, mourning the loss of his father, but there was no way he could be brought back to the Faith, and the Mother didn't show him the circumstances of his father's death, so there would be no way to try and stop it. She did tell him that attempting to stop what was to happen would make the consequences even worse, because it would pull the strongest defenders from the North and end with their deaths as well. Robert had never met Lord Eddard Stark, but had heard stories, and the man was too important to the North to have him lured to Kings Landing.

The young Prince had been stunned to discover that it was something his own mother deliberately did that was responsible for father's death, and what he would be required to do to punish her. It wasn't something he took pleasure in contemplating, but Cersei couldn't be permitted to remain Queen, and the visions from the Mother had started to prepare him to do what he would need to do. And seeing what would happen if he should falter, and Joffrey take the crown? He would suffer the pains of Hell himself before allowing that to happen! Fortunately Tommen and Myrcella were untainted by their brother's madness, and were too young to question what was going to happen.

At least he was the King's trueborn son, and wouldn't be susceptible to the madness that lurked in the mind of his younger brother. It had nearly broken him, discovering just who was the father to his younger siblings. He had always looked up to Uncle Jamie, and respected him as a member of the Kingsguard, but to do what he was doing? Jamie couldn't continue to wear the White Cloak, he couldn't be trusted around Cersei, she manipulated him far too easily. Robert just hoped that he wouldn't be forced to kill his Uncle, there was going to be enough deaths as it was. Maybe send him to the North? Not to the Wall, but to Winterfell? Lord Stark had a daughter coming of age, and if Jamie had a family that he could claim, it should help to break the chains that Cersei had on him. And his Uncle did have the instincts of a commander, his skills would be useful in defending the North, until it was time for he and his Dragon Queen to lead their armies of the Faithful against the tools of the Old Gods.

He wasn't sure what to think about having a Targaryen Queen, he had been raised to consider them the pinnacle of decadence and madness, but how much of that was lies spread by those loyal to his father? Granted, Aerys II had truly been mad at the time of his death, but the rest of the family hadn't shown any signs of the madness. And, having a heir that held Targaryen blood would make it easier for the Great Houses to accept. But how to bring the marriage about? He had no idea where the last of the Targaryen's were being hidden, and she probably wouldn't welcome an emissary even if he did know. Putting that aside for later, he focused on what he could accomplish now, even with Father still alive.

Strengthening the Faith and guiding it back to the true path would take some time, but fortunately, he had already started on that part of the Mother's mission, even though he had no idea at the time. Having Mhaegen and Ros educating the children with the help of the Septa, would improve the perception of the Faith, since it would show the Faith tending to their flocks. He would need to find other women who had the knowledge and ability to teach, to start educating the small folk in other parts of the city. They would also need to be able to feed the children, so they could learn properly, and that would have to be seen as coming from the Septa's and Septons as well. Littlefinger was going to find himself missing a few other whores if he could find ones with the right skills, which would make the Master of Whores unhappy, but after what the Mother had shown him, Baelish's happiness was the least of his concerns. The man was soon going to be much less happy, for the time he had left to feel anything, because he was going to get a belly full of steel as soon as Robert found an appropriate reason to challenge the man!

And taking the two women from the brothel would likely provide him that reason, since there was no way that Baelish won't discover that Ros had been with Tyrion, even if nobody recognized that he was with Mhaegen. The Prince rarely looked forward with pleasure to someone dying, but he would be happy to make an exception in this situation. The Mother had shown him the man's plotting, and it was unbelievable that such a little man was responsible for so much terror and destruction, going all the way back to the rebellion that brought his father to the Iron Throne. And even if the man had been innocent of that piece of treachery, plotting to murder the Kings Hand would be enough to cost him his head, but Robert had no intention of giving the man such a quick death.

Robert grinned, maybe he would have Tyrion appointed Master of Coin? It would give his Uncle something to keep him occupied, and the man was intelligent and cunning enough to keep the Kingdom's finances in order. Of course, doing away with these ridiculous tournaments his father insisted on holding for the slightest excuse would help stop the drain from the treasury. Taking some of that money and figuring out a way to fix the damned sewers would be a use of the gold, and it would make both nobles and small folk happy to have clean water, and not to be breathing in the stench of offal wherever they went.

Hearing people walking passed the door to the privy, he forced himself to his feet, glad that his legs were able to hold him again, and splashed some water in his face to remove the signs of his illness. Stepping back into the Sept, he bowed his head toward the Mother and, straightening up, walked calmly out the door, already thinking of the next steps that he needed to take.

The Family Dining Room

That Evening

Cersei was pleased that she managed to keep her expression impassive when her 'beloved' husband and King started talking about another of his damned hunts! If the man paid more attention to his duties and less to his hunts and his whores he might actually be a decent King, not that it was likely to happen. He had actually shown potential when he first took the Iron Throne, but it was soon clear that he had no interest in the hard work of ruling, preferring the feasts and the spectacle to actually paying attention to what was going on with the Great Houses. The King's Hand did what he could to focus the King, but it was getting harder and harder to keep him from his fleshy pursuits.

She really didn't care that much about his whores, at least he wasn't bothering her, but she had picked up whispers of rumors, hints of dissatisfaction among some of the Houses, and the grumbling was starting among the small folk as well. Normally she wouldn't care about the peasants, but enough of them together could turn into a mob, and a mob was dangerous. Especially since one of the rumors was that they were referring to her husband as the Usurper, and with the two surviving Targaryen's being hidden, that was enough to be worrying.

The King would actually do better to follow his own son's example, the young Prince was already demonstrating the levelheadedness and focus that would make him suitable for the Iron Throne, with her guidance of course. One of the servants had overheard part of a conversation between the Prince and that damnable dwarf, not much of it, but something about contacting the High Septon to arrange for a Septa to help with teaching children of the peasants to read, write and figure. Cersei didn't see the need to educate them, but it was harmless, and would show that the Crown Prince and the Faith were actively doing something for the people. It might even serve to alleviate a bit of the anger that was starting to swirl around the lower quarters. Yes, young Robert was showing that he was ready for the Crown, and it wouldn't be all that difficult to see that the King left the throne in the near future. In fact, swapping the wine he was always drinking for something stronger, making him misjudge some danger? A tragic accident, no more.

Of course, she would portray the perfect grieving widow while in public, and nobody would think it strange if she spent time with her oldest son, going over the state of the Realm, would they? Cersei lifted her cup to her lips, taking a sip of weak wine to hide the ghost of a smile. Yes, that would work nicely. And, if young Robert proved a disappointment, well, Joffrey was nearly old enough...

She had just finished swallowing when her eyes fell on one of the serving girls leaning over young Robert, and the slut had loosened her blouse to give her son a clear view of her breasts! Cersei had to bite back her anger, the King had ordered her to allow the serving girls to provide their son total service, but it still irritated her that he was wasting his time with these lowborn girls. She would need to see about arranging a suitable marriage for him, so he didn't get distracted by the servants who would be eager to drop their dresses. He needed to know how to properly treat a woman of one of the Great Houses, perhaps she should slip into his rooms and start teaching him... Cersei froze briefly, was she really considering bedding her own son? Well, after the miserable experiences she had with his father, she was due a pleasurable experience, and there was always moon tea if something unexpected happened. She knew that the girl, Kayla was going to his bed that night, she would watch and see if he really was worthy of teaching.

TGOTMG & TGOTMG & TGOTMG

Tyrion ate quietly, watching his sister when her attention was elsewhere. He wondered if she was already plotting regicide? She was just as ruthless as their father, and Tywin would have no compunction about killing the King if he thought it would benefit him, and he could get away with it. Young Robert had spoken to him briefly earlier that afternoon, and for the first time in his life, Tyrion had understood what sheer terror was! The Prince hadn't given him all the information that he had received while he was communing with the Mother, they didn't have the time, but what little he heard had his balls wanting to shrivel up and hide inside his body. Hearing that his dear sister was going to cause the death of the King didn't surprise him, but that her youngest children were Jamie's? That had given him a jolt, although, considering how close the two of them had always been, it shouldn't have been such a shock. Cersei had always been able to manipulate her twin, and it wasn't that big a stretch to imagine that she lured him into her bed. But her actions made it understandable why she would be removed from the Throne, the Faith had strong injunctions against incest. Although why the Mother would be sending young Robert visions of using his mother was strange. Unless the original restriction was on having children of incest? That could explain a few things, considering the Targaryen's.

Finishing his meal, he got up from the bench and, after saying his farewell's, he left for his quarters. He had a lot of thinking to do, and needed quiet to do it. Unfortunately, when he opened his door, there was a folded piece of paper with his name on it waiting for him. Looking around the room, he didn't see anything out of place, and stepped into the room, his hand on his dagger. Closing the door behind him, there was no movement from the shadows, and he let out the breath he was holding. Lighting the lamps by the door, he turned to the note on the floor. Shoving the paper with the toe of his boot, he nudged it open, and leaned down to spear it with his dagger. Tyrion wasn't anticipating somebody trying to kill him with a contact poison, but a healthy paranoia could keep him alive. Lifting the dagger, he carried the note to his desk and set it down, directly under the lamplight. Pulling up his chair, he scanned the note quickly before grimacing. He did not need this complication right now! Of course Baelish would find out he had been with Ros, there weren't that many dwarfs that could afford his prices! The note was polite enough, of course, but the slimy bastard wouldn't be stupid enough to put even a veiled threat in writing. He valued his own neck far too much, the threats would come in a face to face meeting, Tyrion was sure.

Setting the note aside, he would respond in the morning, after talking to the Prince, and he unlocked the chest containing the pages he had scrawled his notes on the night before. Adding what information young Robert had given him, Tyrion started writing down his thoughts. He needed to organize what he'd discovered, and see what he could do to help the young man. Not helping him was unthinkable, even if he wasn't already rather fond of his nephew, what Robert had seen could not be allowed to happen! Contacting the High Septon about recruiting a young Septa is something that Robert would have to handle, it wouldn't be believable for him to make the contact. He hadn't been as discrete about his opinion of that individual as he probably should have, and the bilious tub of flab decided to carry a grudge.

The sewer system though, that was something he could probably help with, it was just a matter of digging up how they were built, and figuring out who would be the best people to repair and rebuild them. Making another note, that sort of work would cost a lot of gold, and he had no idea what the finances of the Realm looked like. Something to look at after they disposed of Baelish, from the comment that young Robert had made. He would have to let the Prince know when and where the meeting between he and Baelish would be held, to give the young man an opportunity to challenge the whoremaster. Tyrion smirked, if the Prince did actually name him the Master of Coin, he would take over the brothels as well. It was a shame that the Street of Silk was off limits to him for the time being, but once Littlefinger was in little pieces, that would change.

Draining the last of his mug, he gathered up all his notes and locked them up, setting the traps for anyone who tried to break into the chest, and called for the bath girl. He may not be able to visit the brothel, but the servants were always willing to be accommodating.

Prince Robert's Rooms

The Red Keep

Later that Evening

The Prince was already waiting for her when Kayla entered his room to bathe him, her small clothes left in the servants quarters as directed. Kayla had been looking forward to tonight since she woke up this morning. After the pleasure the Prince had given her the night before just using his fingers, she wondered how much better it would be when he actually bedded her?

As soon as the door closed behind her, Kayla pushed her dress off, leaving her naked in front of her Prince, and the bath was rather pleasant, with plenty of touching and teasing, although she wondered why the Prince insisted on her ass being cleaned. Did he plan on taking her there? She had never had anything put in there, but if the Prince wanted to, she would just hope he didn't hurt her. Kayla honestly didn't think that he would, he was paying attention to the way she reacted when he touched her, unlike the King, who just bent her over without making sure she was ready for him!

After she had finished washing him, she reached for the Prince's staff, but he just smiled and shook his head as he climbed out of the bath. "For the rest of the night, we are going to be using my bed. I did tell you that there are a lot of ways for us to enjoy ourselves, didn't I?"

Kayla smiled, a little uncertainly, but took his hand when he reached for her. She really didn't know what to expect when the Prince stretched out on the bed, but then he stuck out his tongue and wriggled it! She couldn't believe it, was he really willing to... without a thought, she scrambled onto the bed, and put her legs on either side of his face. She tensed when his hands came up and gripped her thighs, but then he pulled her down, and his tongue touched her? It was like nothing she'd ever experienced! She'd had to use her mouth on the Queen before, but she never touched her, unless it was to clout her for not doing a good enough job. Kayla was already much happier serving the Prince, and would go to his bed anytime he wanted her!

His tongue was touching places inside her that she had no idea even existed, and she felt her belly tightening as she rocked on his face, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the wonderful way he was making her feel. But then his hands came off her thighs and started touching her tits, his thumb rubbing her nipples and making her shiver in delight. Kayla had never felt anything so wonderful in her life, even when she and Magdalena had shared a bed while Ser Tywin Lannister watched them. The pleasure was building, making her cry out, and then, it happened! All the wonderful feelings pulled together in her belly, and then shot through her body, making her feel like she was floating away on the clouds. She looked down on her body and saw that she was no longer on top of the Prince, he had moved her so she was stretched out on the bed next to him, and his arms were around her, stroking her and whispering in her ear. Kayla had no idea what the Prince was saying, and really didn't care, she just felt too good to worry about anything.

Eventually she was pulled back into her body, and her eyes flickered open, to see the smiling face of the Prince looking down on her. Kayla licked her suddenly dry lips and tried to find words, but he just grinned, "Are you ready for more? The night is still young, and there are many things for us to enjoy."

She managed to nod, and he moved so she was laying on her belly, but then he pulled her up on her knees. She spread her legs, opening herself for the Prince to take her, she was ready for anything he wanted, after the way he made her feel. She moaned as he rubbed himself against her opening, and then he pushed inside, stretching her slowly, let her body get used to him, and a part of her wondered if this was what bedding was supposed to feel like? It was so different from the other men who bedded her, she was enjoying this! Kayla whined deep in her throat as he pulled back, and she moved her hips to feel him inside her again. She heard him laughing lightly, and he pushed forward, rocking her forward as his hips slapped against her ass, but then his hand came around and was touching her as he pumped into her, and his thumb found her button, making her explode again! She fell forward, panting, unable to form words as her mouth moved, sounds coming out, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered, she just wanted to keep moving with her Prince, letting him fill her body and make her feel like she should be purring like a cat she felt so good!

When her head cleared, she felt him still moving inside her, he was still hard? How was he able to do that, none of the other men had been able to last so long! And then she felt something strange, he was pulling her ass cheeks open, and something wet was pouring down the crack. He was still moving inside her, but then his finger was running down the crack and rubbing her right on the hole! Was he? He was! His finger pressed into her, making her groan, it felt so different, but then it was all the way through, and he was moving his finger around, relaxing her enough to take another finger in her hole. His other hand was still rubbing her while his staff plunged into her pussy, and she was feeling so relaxed a third finger slid inside her easily. There was no pain at all, just fullness having him in both her holes, but then he pulled his fingers out of her and his rod left her body, making her whine at the sudden emptiness. She tensed again when she felt him pressing against her stretched hole, the pressure was incredible, until his bulb popped through and he was inside her! She grunted at the feeling of being stretched where she had never beeen stretched before, but then he started rubbing her again and the waves of pleasure floated through her body, relaxing her enough to take him.

Kayla started moving with him as he pulled back, and it felt so different, but the Prince was making her like it! She tried to pay attention to the way he was touching her, but the feelings were just too much, too overwhelming, and everything faded away, all there was was her body and and his rod filling her, his fingers rubbing her and caressing her button and a wordless scream boiled up from somewhere deep inside her that tore from her throat as another explosion of pleasure filled her body, making her collapse on the bed as she traveled far from her body. Kayla was distantly aware that the Prince had stilled, his shaft swelling in her bottom and his steaming seed flooding her, she felt a smile cross her face that she was able to please him so well he lost control, but she just hoped he was ready for a break, she needed a rest!

The Prince pulled out, and she became aware that he was laying beside her, panting, as his arms wrapped around her again, and the way he held her, his hands stroking her was just so relaxing that her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.

The Same Time

The Queen had been watching when the girl arrived in her son's room, expecting a repeat of what had happened the night before, but she had been stunned when the Prince had guided the girl to his bed instead. And then to actually use his mouth on her? Where had he learned how to do that, not from the whores, surely? But it didn't matter where he learned, he was driving the girl out of her mind, and Cersei had to pull up her dress and touch herself as she watched, wanting to feel Robert's tongue inside her as well!

She smiled bitterly as she touched herself, comparing her son with his father. This was yet another area that the Prince surpassed the King, her son actually cared for his partner's comfort and pleasure, unlike his father who cared for nothing but his own urges. It must be the Lannister in her son showing true, making him such a superior lover. It would only be a few more days until she would be finding out for himself, she had already spoken to Lancel, to ensure that her soon to be deceased husband had stronger wine than usual during his hunt, and the man had been eager to do whatever she wished, wanting to ensure he continued to be allowed in her bed, of course. The fool had been as easily manipulated as Jamie, but wasn't as good a lover, unfortunately. It was rare that she found someone that could actually satisfy her, which was why she was looking forward to enjoying the Prince for herself. She would have to make sure that the boy kept quiet, she didn't need the headaches the scandal of bedding her son would cause. Not that she cared what the peasants thought, she was a Lannister and so far above the rabble she could barely see them, but it was a distraction that she could do without.

Her fingers had been busy rubbing her pussy as he took the girl, she had a clear view of the girl's face as her son fucked her, and it was obvious that the servant was receiving more pleasure than she'd ever dreamed of before. Cersei bit back a moan as she pictured herself in the girl's position, teaching the Prince how to truly pleasure her, his cock stretching her far beyond anything his father had accomplished. She could almost feel him pounding into her, her cunt clenching around his shaft as the orgasm built inside her. But what was he doing now? Is he really going to take the girl's ass? How is he making her enjoy it? The one time the boy's father had taken her that way, if she'd had a blade within reach she would have killed him it hurt so badly! But no, the girl was actually cumming as he fucked her! Cersei grimaced, she would have to allow the boy to continue to enjoy the serving girls if he was going to want to use their asses, because she certainly would never allow him to do something so demeaning to her!

Cersei didn't even notice, she was so lost in watching her son taking the girl, but she had raised her free hand to her mouth, and started licking her fingers coating them with her saliva. It wasn't until she had pushed the first finger through her ring that she realized what she was doing, and her eyes shot open in shock, just as her climax crashed into her, sending her stumbling back against the curtained wall. She forced herself to hold back her screams of pleasure, to keep from alerting her son and the girl on the other side of the portrait, it wasn't time for the Queen to reveal herself, however much part of her wanted to!

Eventually her head cleared, and she moved forward to see what the Prince and the girl were doing, but they were sound asleep it appeared. Pulling her finger from her pussy, she licked them clean while her other hand was pulling up her small clothes and adjusting her dress. She was still lost in a daze from what she had seen, and didn't even notice that the Prince had shifted on the bed, looking at the portrait she had been hidden behind. Even if she had noticed, and been able to interpret the look on her son's face, it wouldn't have made any difference, her plans were in motion.

End Chapter Five