Chapter 1

Cersei knew that sex gives pleasure to the people engaged in the act. She couldn't feel it, though. Maybe it was the fact that she had given up her maidenhood that night. Maybe the fact that it hurt did not allow her to feel good. When she looked at her husband, however, she knew that this wasn't the reason. Eddard Stark's grey eyes were cold as his home, Winterfell, and his few kisses tasted of duty. He thrust inside her only to release his seed inside her and put his baby inside her belly one day.

Think of Jaime, she told herself. Her brother was the mirror image of her and the only man she had ever wanted. Unfortunately, they couldn't have sex, because she might get pregnant. But, still, there were other ways. He fucked her with his fingers or his tongue. And, of course, she rewarded him by taking his impressive cock in her hand or in her mouth.

The memories of hot moments between her and her twin flowed her mind and made her moan. Ned Stark started moving faster, and Cersei realized that Jaime was away. She wanted to touch herself, to give herself the pleasure that her husband would not give her, but she knew that it was inappropriate and would wound Stark's honor and manhood.

Eddard Stark released himself inside her with a powerful thrust and a rich groan. Quite unexpectedly, Cersei moaned. The sound was so wild and primitive. It actually turned her on. But before she could do anything, her husband was finished, withdrew and rolled to the side. Cersei felt empty, unsatisfied. She felt sore and sticky. She felt lobely.

She was looking at the ceiling, but she could feel her husband's eyes on her. Eddard Stark was a good and honourable man, but he was cold. She had been told that she would have married King Robert if Lyanna Stark weren't alive. Cersei would have liked that. The King was a passionate man, a man who knew how to live his life. Her life companion was the Hand of the King, though. She would have to deal with it.

"Did it hurt much?" Eddard asked.

It had hurt more than she ever thought possible. Jaime was always good with his tongue and he had never pressed his fingers too far in. He only gave her pleasure. Eddard Stark, however, had broken her maidenhead, hurting her and making her bleed.

She looked at her lord husband and smiled to him like a proper lady. "I barely felt any pain, my lord", she told him. "I am just a little sore right now and I can't move."

He nodded and stroked her cheek for a heartbeat. He covered himself with a blanket and delivered himself to sweet sleep. Cersei's eyelids finally closed well past the hour of the wolf.