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ALWAYS MINE, ALWAYS YOURS, ALWAYS OURS

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Since the usual feast had suddenly turned into a wedding feast, Ned ordered more food and wine to be served, to the delight of all the presents.

The king, happy for his good fortune, danced several music pieces with his bride, even though he had never been so good at it. He knew that of all her activities, Cersei enjoyed dancing the most, so he monopolized as many of her dances as he could and only allowed her to leave his side to dance with Jon Arryn and other members of her family. He particularly enjoyed watching her dance with her younger brother, Tyrion.

During their first outing on the King's Road, she had talk enthusiastically about her precious brother. Of course, she had also commented on the way their father usually mistreated him, still blaming him for their mother's death during childbirth. And once he had gained her full trust, she had confessed how she had blamed him too, but that after witnessing the differences between the way her father treated her and Jaime and the way he treated Tyrion, she had soon warmed up to the baby and had since then tried to protect him and raise him as best she could.

So seeing her and Tyrion laughing on the middle of the improvised dance floor, he hurried to get closer and picked the boy up with one arm, wrapping the other around his wife's small waist, swaying in time with the music. Being like that, he couldn't help but wish it didn't take long for them to dance like this again, this time carrying their children in their arms.

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"Are you having a good time?" – he asked her a few hours later, dancing with her once more. Tyrion had already tired and Ned had sent him to his chambers with his wet nurse and two members of his Kingsguard.

"Yes, my Lord. Everything has been perfect tonight." – she answered, twirling in his arms, laughing when her husband caught her around the waist and brought her closer to him, her back against his strong chest.

"I'm sorry to hear that, then."

"Ned?"

"I'm sorry you are still enjoying the party, because I think it's time for us to leave." – he whispered in her ear, licking it lightly and trying to not be noticed by other courtiers. Cersei shuddered and stepped closer to him, rubbing her backside against his manhood, goosebumps appearing on her skin.

"So soon?" – she sighed, covering his hands on her waist with hers.

"If I am not mistaken, most of the men and women wish for the bedding ceremony to start." – he felt Cersei tense immediately. She was well aware that the bedding ceremony was a custom in all southern weddings, but she still didn't want anyone but her lord husband to see her naked. – "And believe when I say that seeing you as the day you came into this world is a pleasure I wish only for myself." – he was telling her the truth. He didn't care if he offended any lord or disrespected the customs. No one was going to see his wife naked.

"Come this way, my love." - he told her, taking her hand and pulling her with him towards one of the closest exists, taking advantage that everyone was still entertained with the wine and dancing. Just in case, he ordered his Kingsguard to stop anyone trying to follow them through that dor.

He guided her through dark, hidden corridors, stopping every few minutes to touch her and kiss her wherever his hands and lips could reach, turned on by her moans of pleasure and the way she held onto his hair, as if asking more of his caresses. He was so desperate that in the end, he simply put her over his shoulder and nearly ran to his chambers. To their chambers.

Once they were inside the spacious room did Ned let her stand on her own. She attacked his lips instantly, pushing him against the door. Ned however, guided her slowly towards the big bed and lay her down before kissing her again until their lips were red and swollen. They only stopped kissing when the need to breathe was too overwhelming, but Ned didn't stop, trailing kisses down her neck and the top of her chest until he could go no further due to the cut of her gown. The whole time Cersei couldn't contain her moans or stop her hands from trying desperately to take off his jerking and shirt.

"Ned… Ned…"

"What … What do you need, Cersei? – he asked her, running his lips over her cheek.

"Please... Ned, take them off. Ned..." – she pleaded, frustrated. She wanted, no, needed to feel his naked skin against hers.

"Cersei..." – he groaned at her boldness and despite her complaints, he stood up, helping her do the same.

He started by caressing her blond hair, slowly unbraiding it until it fell free gown her back. Then, he took her hands and kissed them reverently before guiding them to his chest, encouraging her to remove his many layers of clothes. While she had struggled impatiently before, now she did it timidly, but even her shyness couldn't stop her from kissing every inch of skin she uncovered. She enjoyed his smell, a combination of sweat, leather, snow and something that was pure Ned. Something unique and only hers.

Ned, once free of his upper garments, wrapped his arms around her back and started pulling on the laces that kept her gown together. She laughed when he failed to do so, but after seeing his heated, impatient look, she hurried to help him since she loved the grey dress she was wearing. 'After all, it matches the colour of my new house and it was the dress in which I became his wife.' She thought, unlacing her dress successfully and letting it fall to the ground.

"So beautiful." – he whispered, seeing her in her smallclothes for the first time. Her skin was very pale and soft to the touch, he realised. She had a small waist and very pronounced hips. 'And her legs,' Ned thought, 'her legs seem endless.' He couldn't wait to be buried between them, feeling them wrapped tightly around his waist, anchoring him to her. And a dark part of him couldn't wait to feel them over his shoulders while he pleasured her with his tongue and fingers, driving her crazy enough to yell her pleasure and let everyone in the Seven Kingdoms know that it was him, King Eddard Stark, who brought her so much pleasure.

Now it was his turn to finish disrobing and he did so quickly, leaving his smallclothes on for now. She felt a shiver run down her back when she saw his strong, well defined body and before she lost her courage, she hugged his shoulders and claimed his lips, keeping him close by burying her fingers in his hair. Ned lay her on the bed again, climbing on top of her. She parted her legs automatically, cradling him between them. They kissed unhurriedly now, touching each other tenderly and he only stopped to help her remove the rest of theirs garments only to trap her beneath him afterwards.

He moved his kisses to her neck and started sucking it viciously, wanting to leave his mark where her beautiful gowns couldn't cover them, so everyone would see them and never dare to even smile at her. Once satisfied, he showered her shoulders with kisses, going further until he reached one of her breasts, drawing the pink, hard nipple in mouth and massaging the other with two of his fingers.

"Ned… oh gods, Ned..." – she whimpered, drunk on all the pleasure he was giving her and still wishing more. She wanted everything he had to give. Ned guessed her need correctly and continued worshipping her body. He kissed her belly reverently, touching it softly while praying to the Old Gods to bless their marriage with a child. He continued, kissing her hips and the top of her thighs, finally settling between them and seeing her womanhood for the first time. He groaned when he saw how red and wet it looked, barely containing his desire to lick her and feel her climax against his tongue, to be the sole responsible for her state.

He locked his eyes with hers and before she could say anything, he gave a tentative lick to her pussy.

"You taste divine." – he told her, which earned him a whimper from his wife as she closed her eyes. – "Open your eyes. I need to see you beautiful eyes, Cersei." – he prompted her and she complied with great effort.

He continued licking her, to which she answered by raising her hips from the bed, chasing his mouth while moaning incoherently. He simply put his forearm across her belly, chaining her to the bed and moved his free hand between her legs, licking one of his fingers before penetrating her with it.

"OH GODS!" – she screamed, soon feeling him entering her with a second finger.

He began moving his fingers in and out while licking her nub furiously. She couldn't stop herself and grabbed his hair to pull him closer to her. She was close.

"Ned… Ned, I'm… I'm… ahhhh…" – she couldn't complete her sentence before she was coming for the first time, tightening her legs around his head. He licked her clean and when he settled on top of her again, she saw his beard was still wet with her juices. Instead of bothering her, this only made her grab him and kiss him, tasting herself on his tongue.

"I can't wait any longer, wife." – Ned told her, rubbing his manhood against her wet opening.

"Do it." – she answered him, wrapping her legs around his waist and trying to relax as much as possible. – "Just… go slow, ok?"

"Let me know if it hurts and I'll stop."

"Just take me, my love." – she caressed his face sweetly and waited.

He positioned himself at her entrance and entered her slowly, savouring the feeling of her warm tight wetness while looking into her eyes, looking for any sign of discomfort. He soon felt a barrier and at her nod, he kissed her again and pushed into her all the way in. She gave a muffled shriek, grabbing his shoulders and marking his skin with her long nails. She felt a little pain but there was something else there that she couldn't identify. She just knew she needed him to move.

"Move… please…" – she begged him, rolling her hips and driving him crazy with want.

He started moving slowly, letting her get used to his size and putting his forearms on each side of her head, keeping his full weight off her. She tighten her legs around his waist and soon she lowered her hands to his lower back, pushing him to her while begging him to take her harder. And he, filled with desire, complied to her wishes, sitting on his haunches before grabbing her hips in a powerful grip and setting her on his lap, giving her complete control on their coupling. She got tired eventually and he lowered her in the bed again.

"So… tight… and wet…" - he groaned, raising one of her legs over his shoulder, so he could kiss and suck on her ankle, leaving his mark here too.

"Yes… keep doing… that… yes… oh, Ned!" – she whimpered and grabbed the furs underneath her as hard as she could, wishing for the pleasure to continue forever.

"You. Are. Mine." – he said, thrusting into her with all his might. – "Say it… say it, Cersei. Tell me you are mine." – Ned told her, fucking her harder and faster.

"Yours. I'm… only yours."

"Say it again!"

"I'm yours."

"Again!"

"I'm yours!"

"Say it again!"

"I'm yours… yours… I'M YOURS!" – she finished with a scream, coming for the second time that night and pushing her husband over the edge with her.

He dropped her leg to the bed and fell on top of her, both struggling to catch their breath. Soon he lay on his back next to her, unwilling to crush her. She, of course, moved to rest her head on top of his chest, needing to be as close to him as possible.

"I love you, Cersei." – Ned told her once he regained his breath.

"I love you too, Ned." – she smiled, raising to catch his lips in a slow kiss.

Exhausted, she fell asleep soon, but he stayed awake for a bit longer, caressing her skin and imagining their new life together.

"I will always make you happy." – he whispered into her hair, before letting sleep claim him too.

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"Father." – a young man said in greeting.

"Did they do it?" – the older man asked.

"Yes. They were quite loud." – he joked.

"Good. That way no one will doubt of that marriage being consummated. Now we have to act quickly."

"What are you planning to do with her?"

"Don't worry about that. Cersei will do as I tell her." – he started, drinking a sip of wine. – "We will leave her to enjoy her new married status. Soon enough she will do her part."

"Are you sure she will accept this?"

"Are you doubting me, Jaime?"

"Never, father. But that man is not like other southern lords. I'm sure he will not doubt to act if he senses something is wrong. All those Starks have always reeked of their honour and I'm sure she will not want to displease him. She swears she loves him." – he explained.

"Love? That stupid, worthless girl. What will she achieve with her love?"

"As you have always said father, she is just a woman."

"I'll just tell you this: If she is not willing to sacrifice herself and do whatever it takes to put a pure Lannister heir in the throne, bad for her. Because that is what will happen. And you better be ready to bed her when I tell you to."

"As you command, father." – he exclaimed, soon leaving his father's chambers in search of his own. After hearing his sweet sister screaming in ecstasy, he couldn't wait to be the one between her legs. Especially now that he had his father's permission and encouragement to do so.

'I will enjoy dominating the lioness of Casterly rock. And I will enjoy planting my seed in her womb and watching our children become the future rulers.' He thought, pumping his dick in his fist, remembering his Cersei's sounds and imagining it was him fucking her into the mattress.

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A/N: New chapter yyeeeiii! I hope you all like it :)