"Fuck me harder brother" she moaned as he plunged deeper into her wetness. He was thrusting at a steady pace as he felt her tightness fight back. His sister was the only woman that he had ever laid with and for a reason, she was beautiful, smart, and a great fuck. He used to grab he by the hair as he looked at her back while he punished her, but now there was barely any hair to grab onto or a hand to do the grabbing. He had to constantly remind himself to not touch her with his iron hand, it was cold and made his sister flinch with anger. He felt her body twist under him and she turned around, her breasts staring at him with their hard nipples. She looked at his face, as he continued to trust with discipline, but the joy was not there. Since his return to King's Landing the sex was not the same, he did not find the attraction for his sister he once had. Cersei noticed his disinterest and pushed him off, with her usual aura of aggression and anger. "Sister, what is wrong, have you finished, for I have not!" he spoke with a sense of confusion. "If you don't enjoy our time together anymore, then say so and move along, there are many man who would curse the gods to lay with me for a night." said queen Cersei with arrogance in her voice. "Sister, I do want to lay with you, it's just that after finally being back in King's Landing, here with you, something feels different, I feel changed and not whole" he exclaimed while looking at his iron hand for a brief second. "I need a man in my bed to please me, not a child to babysit, find the part of yourself that has been lost and let me get back to keeping this putrid kingdom in line" she said as she robed and wondered around the room to her study. Jaime feeling his presence unwanted dressed with his breeches laying but the bed and left the room, wandering under the bright moonlight.