(A/N: Here it is, the final chapter for now. Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and thank you for sticking with me all the way till the end on this.)

It was only two days later that Sansa approached me, saying that my sister needed to speak with the two of us. I raised an eyebrow, not really expecting that to bore fruition so quickly, but Sansa had been working faster than usual recently. I smiled and dismissed whatever flunky I was speaking to at the time before going with her. She led me to our bedrooms once more, and within I found Myrcella pacing nervously. When we entered, she turned to us, and I saw tear tracks on her face. I frowned and stepped forward.

"Sister, what's wrong, you've been crying."

This it seemed was all that was needed for her to break down, and a moment later she was throwing herself into my arms and crying on my chest. I blink and wrap my arms around her as soothing as I can manage, rubbing circles into her back as I raise an eyebrow at Sansa. Eventually though, Myrcella calms down and leans back, out of my grasp, suddenly nervous once more as she looks anywhere but me.

"Y-you aren't my brother."

I freeze up in shock, barely keeping my eyes from widening and my mouth from gaping. What? How could she have known? Out of everyone, Myrcella was the one who somehow figured out my greatest secret? The one I figured nobody could really ever guess at?! I blinked and realized she was talking again.

"My brother was a monster. He was evil and spoiled and awful in every way."

Now I was growing confused, as she didn't sound nearly as accusatory as I expected. In fact, it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of something.

"You aren't him though. You're a good, kind, and selfless King. The smallfolk love you for good reason, and you've shown mercy to so many of the nobles who betrayed you."

I really had no idea where she was going with this, and Sansa didn't seem to have any idea either. And then Myrcella undid a few ties and slipped her dress off in a moment, and I was suddenly staring at my young teenage sister's beautiful naked body. Her eyes slowly moved to my face as she walked closer to me, staring me in the eye.

"W-which makes this perfectly fine, you aren't my brother, you're just my King. A-and I want you to make love to me."

I'm a bit incredulous at this point, though Sansa seems to think we're finally getting back on track. I raise my arms and place place my hands on Myrcella's bare shoulders, caressing her smooth skin while staring right back into her eyes.

"Myrcella, what brought this on?"

For a moment she looked almost ready to cry again, before replying, her jaw set and chin held high.

"Loras Tyrell is a dead fish in bed. He has no idea how to please a woman, but I know from my t-time with Sansa, that there is pleasure to be had from sex. She's told me that you could help."

She sounds so hopeful at that, even as she admits to Sansa seducing her and showing her the pleasure women could experience together. I smile widely and nod.

"I understand Myrcella, and I'm here for you. But you need to be sure about this. Do you truly want this?"

Myrcella keeps her chin held high as she continues to look me directly in the eye and nods.

"I-I know I might be leaving for the Reach soon with my… husband, if his father decides to stay here. I don't want to leave without knowing what true love feels like, and Sansa a-assures me you can show that."

I just grin in response.

"I surely can."

And with that I lean in, and kiss my young sister, pulling her closer to my body and leaning down to take her lips in mind, slowly, sensually. I want her to enjoy this, and I put all of the considerable experience I've gained in sex since arriving in this world towards making sure she does. My hands ghost over her naked form, her still forming curves feeling delightful as we kiss heatedly. Eventually I pull away from her, and now nude Sansa takes her by the hand, leading her to the bed as I begin to undress.

Sansa is soon eating Myrcella out, forcing moans and cries of pleasure from the lips of my little sister as she gets her wet and ready for me. I move around the bed as I strip out of my confining garments, and eventually stand as naked as the two of them. My cock was full mast in moments as I stared at the incredibly hot scene before me, a younger version of Cersei engaged in hot female on female sex with a sexually corrupted Sansa.

This, this is what I'd been working towards ever since arriving in this world! Fuck the White Walkers, fuck the Dragons, this is what truly mattered to me! With a grin I got onto the bed and brought my head down to take one of Myrcella's nipples into my mouth, sucking at her breast slowly as I brought up a hand to play with her other breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers.

Together, Sansa and I soon had Myrcella shuddering and climaxing, I smiled and pulled back to watch as she rode out the orgasm. Sansa moved from between her legs up to the head of the bed, laying at Myrcella's side and cradling her head, cuddling her as I moved to replace Sansa, spreading my little sister's legs apart and looking at her with a smile as I pressed the tip of my cock against her small wet slit. She smiled back up at me, and I leaned down to kiss her as I pushed in slowly.

That was at least one thing good about Loras Tyrell's fumbled attempts in the wedding bed, Myrcella may not have enjoyed the experience, but she was at least no longer a virgin. This meant that as I pushed my thick cock deeper into her, all she felt was pleasure, moaning into my mouth as I spread her apart, filling her utterly to the brim with my length.

Sansa watched with clear arousal, the lust almost radiating off of her, one hand stroking Myrcella's hair as I fucked my little sister, while the other pleasured her own lower lips, two fingers now pistoning in and out as she bit her lip and watched my cock plunge in and out of my sister's depths. Meanwhile, I pulled back from kissing Myrcella and just stared down at her as my hands caressed her breasts, playing with her nipples.

She tossed her head back, eyes closed as I played her young inexperienced body expertly, soon drawing another orgasm from her, that leaves her even more exhausted. Looks like my poor baby sister doesn't have much stamina. I feel myself getting close though as well, and I have no intention of impregnating my sister as my father did, so I pull out of her and beckon Sansa over. In a moment Sansa's loving lips are encircling my shaft, and a minute later she has me tipping over the edge.

She swallows every last drop of my load as I look at my sister, who at this point is already half asleep. Grinning, I bring a hand to her face, caressing her cheek lovingly. Truly my sister is the best of our family in every possible way. All of Cersei's positive traits with none of the negative ones. A true gem. Leaning down one more time, I kissed Myrcella on the forehead and moved off the bed, already getting redressed. I knew I could count on Sansa to handle the rest.

(Scene Change: Still the SI's point of view, the very next day.)

The very next day, Sansa invited Tommen and Margaery to share a midmorning repast with us. Tommen knew what that truly meant, but I doubted Margaery did. We all sat down in Sansa and I's chambers for a small meal, complete with wine and some fine meats and cheeses. Eventually we were done, and Sansa was the first to stand and begin to disrobe.

"So nice to finally relax."

Tommen was quick to follow her lead, but I just sat and watched Margaery Tyrell react, her eyes widening as she grew confused.

"M-my Queen, husband… I mean no disrespect but this seems inappropriate."

She looks to me, only to find me smirking slightly behind my wine glass. With a sigh I put it down and look at her with a small smile on my face.

"My brother did talk to you about sharing before the two of you married, did he not? We of the royal family are closer than most might think."

Margaery's eyes widened further at that, and her gaze was drawn to Sansa and Tommen who had moved to the bed and begun kissing, holding one another. Margaery seemed at a loss as I stood up from my seat and moved over to her, resting my hands on her shoulders gently, rubbing them casually. She responds with a shaken voice, but I wonder just how real her shock is.

"I-I think I misunderstood Your Grace. This is h-highly improper."

I grin and lean down to whisper in her ear.

"Come now Lady Margaery. We're family now. It's important that we show one another our love. Besides, we both know the Reach isn't known for being prudish. You weren't even a virgin when you went to my Uncle's bed were you? And your brother probably wasn't either."

My words reach Margaery's ears and hers alone, Sansa and Tommen both engrossed in one another as I felt Margaery stiffen and shudder under my grip. I felt the exact moment she slumped a bit in defeat, whether it was feigned or not. I released her, and she stood slowly, turning to gaze at me with an unreadable look in her eyes, and her jaw set. I just grinned.

"Come sister-in-law, as I said, we're family now. Your secrets are our secrets, our secrets are yours. And we all share pleasure. Now, don't you think that dress is very confining? I certainly feel the tightness of my own clothes. Perhaps we can help one another?"

I smiled as she nodded jerkily and walked towards me, her hands moving over me to undo straps and buttons, slowly removing my garments even as I did the same to her. I was careful and gentle in my handling of her, undoing the ties holding her rather revealing dress together, before pushing it off her shoulders and down her sides to reveal her naked breasts. My palms caress her smooth skin, as my hands move up and down her sides inbetween stripping her down.

Eventually, we were both naked, and I pulled her close quite suddenly, before kissing her. She was not resistant, but she was not exactly involved either. I smiled and bit at her lip, causing her to jerk and glare at me. I just grinned back impishly, even as I pinched her ass and caused her to yelp out loud, much to her own displeasure. Then I kissed her again, and this time she was participating, seeming to have gotten the hint.

One of my hands stayed on her bare ass, kneading the firm flesh, while the other came up to one of her breasts, caressing her as we kissed. Her body was responding slowly but surely, possibly against her will as she began to pant, her skin growing flustered, her lips puffing up from the attention I was showing them, as I nibbled and sucked at her mouth provocatively. Eventually though, I pulled back, leaving her a little dazed, as I'd gotten her all hot and bothered.

After her gaze had cleared, I put a hand on her shoulder, and gently pushed, guiding her down to her knees, bringing her face to face with my soft cock. I looked down at her, even as she looked up at me with that same glare in her eyes. I smiled in response.

"I think you know what to do my lady. Use your mouth. You may use one hand to assist, but I want the other on your slit, pleasuring yourself."

She gulped at my orders, but nodded eventually, before focusing on the dick before her. A moment later her soft lips had enveloped the head of my prick, and her hand was rubbing at her sex. I smiled as I placed a hand on the top of her head to slowly pet her hair, luxuriating in the feeling of having one of my top five Westerosian women sucking my cock into her mouth. Over on the bed, Tommen and Sansa were already having their first round of sex, her on her side with one of her legs over his shoulder as he thrust into her needy cunt over and over again.

I turned my attention back to Margaery, to find her looking up at me. The look in her eyes was slowly changing, the glare was still, there but not it was combined with unwanted lust and desire, as she pleasured herself on my orders. I grinned as she brought me to full mast, and pulled her off of my dick. Pulling her to her feet, she blinked at me, clearly having expected to have to suck me to completion. She was even more surprised when I pushed everything on the table we'd been eating at off onto the floor, before picking her up and placing her on it.

Then it was I who knelt, and a moment later she let out a gasp as I buried my face inbetween her creamy thighs, her own hands suddenly on my head, curling in my short blonde hair. I just grinned as I got to work, putting all of my considerable experience into pleasuring her with my mouth. She was shuddering soon enough, climaxing with a holler and spraying my face with her juices. I just drank them up before continuing, grinning as her grip on my hair tightened when she hit a second and then a third orgasm.

Eventually I felt her grip loosen, and I took that as my cue to rise, looking at her as she lay back on the table, eyes heavily lidded as she looked at me through the haze of pleasure I'd forced onto her. I smiled and leaned over her, kissing her again and sharing her own juices with her. When I pulled back she was blinking rapidly, more awake as she looked at me with none of the disguised hatred from earlier.

"W-wha-"

Was all she could get out, clearly searching for the words and failing. I just chuckled, and brought a hand up to caress one of her breasts, my thumb circling her nipple casually.

"My Lady, I wonder if perhaps you still misunderstood. You are not a servant, you are family now. Your pleasure is my pleasure, and my pleasure is yours. Tommen is your husband, but Sansa and I will be your lovers just as much as he. In this family, we share."

After a long moment, she tentatively reached up with her arms, encircling my neck with them and pulling me down to kiss me hungrily on the lips. We both parted a few minutes later, her chest heaving in a delightfully arousing way as she breathed in and out heavily. I grinned and glanced over at the bed, to see Tommen railing Sansa from behind. Looking back to Margaery, I smiled.

"Ready for more?"

I didn't exactly give her a chance to respond, as I picked her up and carried her over to the bed, pushing her onto her hands and knees beside Sansa. She figured it out quickly enough, and raised her hips towards my very hard cock, giving me easy access to her sopping wet cunt. I waste no time in sheathing myself in her, even as Sansa reaches over and turns Margaery's face, before capturing her mouth in a kiss.

There we all were, Tommen by my side as we both fucked our respective sister-in-laws, the two of them making out the entire time. Tommen was too focused on how amazing Sansa felt to be inside to even look over at me, so I focused my own attention back on Margaery, alternating my pace and trajectory so I hit her insides in a different way every time I thrust, drawing muffled moans and groans of pleasure from Margaery.

Tommen came first, filling Sansa's womb with his seed, and collapsing to the other side of her, cuddling her even as she continued to kiss Margaery. Eventually, I could hold back no longer as well, and repeated Tommen's feat with Margaery, unloading sticky white cum into her own fertile womb, and falling to her side.

In the end we made a deliciously hot sandwich, Tommen on one side of Sansa, Sansa and Margaery in the middle, half asleep already in each other's arms as they STILL kissed, and me on the far side of Margaery, holding her from behind and cuddling her close. That was how we all fell asleep for an hour long nap, only to be awoken by Cersei herself walking in. She took one look at us, her eyes sliding to me as I looked at her from my spot on the bed, the others still waking up. I grinned at her widely, and she just turned around and walked out again. I had her trained so well.

With a sigh, I lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling, as my bedmates continued to slowly wake up.

With this, I was pretty sure I'd gotten to fuck almost every woman in Westeros I really wanted to fuck. There were some on my 'would do if the opportunity presented itself' list, but they weren't a big deal. With this, my wish list was complete.

(A/N: I might eventually write a historical excerpt detailing the reign of King Joffrey first of his name, but I'm not going to make any promises.)