They had been on the Kings road for three days and now sought refuge at some Lord's home. Having appropriated the castle for use by the Royal Family and the Starks the royal convoy ground to a halt. Robert had disappeared into his quarters with some local whore and now consumed the castle in his guttural and vulgar roars. Bran had disappeared with the queen for reasons beyond Eddard's understanding and Arya was last seen heading down to the river with some stable boy. Sansa and Joffrey were riding which brought warmth to Eddard's heart. He was glad they were getting along. Stories of the prince were… interesting to say the least.

Striding through the castle, Eddard encountered his servant. Having rode for three days without washing, Eddard longed for a bath, "Draw me a bath will you. I have some business to attend to, in my room and want to bathe after."

Bowing his head, the servant turned and went to fetch water for the bath. Turning into his room, Eddard closed the door and bolted it. Unshackling his sword and furs, Eddard laid them over a table. Pulling his tunic from his body he revealed his chest and stomach, kept in good form. He liked to appear in shape, even when he didn't have to. It was now that Eddard heard something curious, emanating from his bed. The way the room was designed, the bed was situated around a corner and beyond the view of someone standing by the door.

"Who goes there?" Eddard called, raising his eyebrow in intrigue. Striding forward slightly, he cast his gaze around the corner to his bed where he say the source of the noise. The noise was an audible and pleasurable moan and they were growing in frequency and volume. Laid sprawled on the bed sheets bare as she was born was the young Baratheon girl. She had skin of milky white, pale and supple. Young and pert her body was yet untainted. Her breasts budding and small, the sizes of small oranges with pink nipples, hardened by the cool wind. Her long blonde hair was fanned out behind her head as she moaned. Her legs were long and slender, spread revealing her young pink pussy and puckered young asshole. Shaven bare, Myrcella had no pubic hair on her cunt. Glistening wet, Myrcella traced her fingers through her folds eliciting pleasurable moans.

"Cover yourself girl!" Eddard bellowed grabbing a sheet from a nearby pile and tossing it over the young girl desperate to hide her luscious form before she took effect on his cock. He already felt a twinge in his breeches looking at her young nubile form.

"Milord, I thought you might join me…" Myrcella moaned trailing her finger along her taut stomach leaving a glistening trail of her juices along her body. Her finger rounded her nipple, before dipping into her mouth. Biting on the tip of her finger, Myrcella licked her juices from her finger relishing the taste off her own cunt, "I am ever so cold."

"No I am a married man. Not to mention how young you are girl!" Eddard stammered turning his head as Myrcella flung the sheets from her body exposing her body to Eddard once more. Covering his eyes, he tried to avert his gaze, but she didn't make it easy for him, "What has gotten into you? You are the princess! If your mother saw you now…"

"She'd commend me! She's not exactly an angel and I'm pretty sure she started even younger than I am," Myrcella giggled, rolling of the bed her boobs bouncing as she did so. Flaunting her ass as she turned around to face Eddard she couldn't help, but smile at the man's honourable moral fibre, "Besides, I know you want to…"

"I have a wife! I cannot go around with some young southern charlatan," Eddard exclaimed his bulge becoming painful as it stretched against his breeches. He was sure Mrycella had noticed and her next words cemented the fact.

"That's not what this says," She purred seductively pulling herself towards Eddard, her hand latching onto his hardening cock and her leg hooking around his as she bite her lip in anticipation, "Someone is excited…"

"No!" he stuttered, his breath catching in his throat as her hand fondled his manhood. Pushing her backward, Eddard accidentally grazed his callous hands roughly over her breasts causing her to squeal as she stumbled to her feet, giggling, "I shall not betray my wife, nor your father, I think it best you leave."

"Oh, Lord Stark… please," Myrcella cooed shuffling towards him, her hands wrapping around him, pressing her breasts firmly against his chest as her hands roamed his back, "Don't you want to feel the pleasures of a young girl? My luscious full lips wrapped around your pulsing cock, milking you for all you're worth? My ass, sliding up and down your cock, my breasts bouncing with each powerful, pleasurable… orgasmic thrust…"

Her hands brushed his cock and the honourable Ned Stark broke, a moan of pleasure and lust escaping his lips. Chuckling to herself, Myrcella slowly dropped into a squat, her hands hooking inside Ned's loose fitting breeches and pulling them down as she stooped lower and lower. She came face to face with his growing bulge, her mouth salivating at the thought of a cock in her mouth. Sliding his trousers to his ankles, Myrcella gasped as his cock bounced into view, his sensitive, engorged head smacking her on the nose. Eddard was adamant to ignore the young girl and simply enjoy the ministrations, imagining it were Catelyn's sweet lips around his tool, a feeling he longed for.

"Mmm," Myrcella moaned sucking on her lip as she slide her hand around the base of his cock, grasping it firmly in her hand. Holding him straight out she leaned in an planted a soft kiss on his head, eliciting yet another pleasurable moan from his mouth. Smiling, Myrcella flicked her tongue around and across his head, licking at every sensitive spot on his cockhead. Tracing her tongue along his shaft down towards his balls, leaving a trail of slick saliva along his hardened flesh.

Her lips found his ball-sack and quickly captured one of his dangling balls in her mouth, suckling and lapping at the ball. Popping the organ in and out of her mouth, she moaned around his flesh, her hand continuing to jerk his enlarged cock with increased fervour, spreading a very thin layer of her spit across his shaft. Her other hand massaged her breast before dancing down her taut stomach and to her sopping pussy. Playing with herself as she pulled away from his balls and admired the saliva covered sack, Myrcella quickly began to lick back along his cock to his pre-cum soaked head. The shimmering cockhead seemed to wink at her as a drop of pre-cum trickled onto her tongue. Gulping it down she smiled before looking up at Ned.

He had his fist clenched trying to ignore the sensations of the young girl's mouth and tongue teasing his cock. He hadn't the heart the stop her as he was revelling in the brilliant pleasure she was providing. What seemed bewildering was the fact that for such a young girl, she was remarkably skilled. Even more so than Catelyn, who was an excellent cock sucker. Closing his eyes he allowed, Myrcella to press her lips against his cockhead and part her soft pink lips, slowly drawing his cock into her mouth. Gently suckling on the head, Myrcella moaned softly, using the vibrations to draw him closer to cumming.

Myrcella always enjoyed giving a blowjob. The feeling of a cock in her mouth made her seem somewhat complete and full. Slowly moving her lips back and forth across his cock, Myrcella couldn't help, but release a pleasurable and delicious moan around his slickened cock. Adjusting her position, she opened her throat up and allowed his cock to slip into her throat and slowly slide into her mouth. With one long push, she managed to bury the entirety of his sizable cock inside her throat, pressing her lips firmly against his crotch, leaving a thin imprint of lipstick around the base of his length.

Holding his cock in her throat without any trouble, Myrcella slowly pulled her lips firmly along his cock until his length popper out of her mouth. Stroking her spit up and down his cock, she smiled, moaning to herself. Holding his cock against her lips she prepared to push his length inside her mouth once more.

"No! Enough! This is wrong! Out! Get Out!" Eddard bellowed furiously. He was more angry at himself for allowing it to continue this long than at Myrcella for sucking him off. Startled Myrcella leapt to her feet and hurried out the room her body jiggling with her movements. Cursing himself, Eddard stood for a moment in contemplation before sheathing himself back inside his trousers. Putting the young girl's body from his mind, he grabbed a towel and exited the room to find his bath.

Reclining in the hot water, Eddard felt a sense of calmness he hadn't felt since he had left Winterfell. His eyes closed and the water soothing his body. The grime and dirt of his travels had all, but melted away and he was calm. He let his head fall back and the water slosh around his body, cleaning himself. He pushed all thoughts from his mind and simply relaxed. But then… it happened….

Perhaps it was the water and simple nature of serenity, but his cock had slowly began to harden, pushing its way through the water and out of the surface. Grunting at the slight discomfort, Eddard let his eyes open. Sighing, he slid his hand down his stomach and grasped his cock firmly in his hand, he gently began to stroke himself, moaning under his breath.

In his mind he pictured the body of his wife Catelyn. So… perfect. Soft breasts perfectly formed and an arse that showed no signs of drooping. She was simply perfect. He face had aged slightly, but her body was the same as a twenty year olds. She was perfect. Picturing Cat, he suddenly let a moan escape his mouth, "Oh… Myrcella…"

His mind was flooded with pictures of the young girl sliding her lips over his cock, moaning into his shaft, loving the fact that she was pleasing him. The idea of her young supple body caressing and adoring his cock. Her lips left his cock and her body clambered onto his cock, her tight pussy pressing against him. Moaning, he stroked himself quicker as he imagined her soft, tight, wet pussy envelop his cock an bring him closer to orgasm. She began to slide up and down, loving her movements

"Oh… fuck me Myrcella…" He moaned his orgasm barrelling towards him increasing the frequency of him moans, "Fuck me…"

"As you wish Milord," Myrcella purred as she hung on the doorframe in her nude form, ready to please Eddard. Striding across the room, Myrcella stopped Eddard from saying a word by pressing her finger against his lips, "Not a word… I'll take care of you…"

Sliding into the water, Myrcella straddled his legs and lowered her mouth to his cock to resume her pleasuring. Bending over she lifted her ass into the air and enveloped his cock in-between her lips gently suckling on his tip. Slowly pushing his cock into her mouth, she slide it back down her throat. As she pushed further down the water soon covered her face as she began to submerge herself in the water. Holding her breath as dipped beneath the water, she managed to force the entirety of his cock in her throat.

Moving her lips back and forth along his cock she resumed her blowjob, never removing her face from the water. Eddard had to commend her ability to hold her breath a skill she had learnt from practicing with her mother. She made sure she was capable of being unable to breath for a good minute. Eddard had been craving a release for a while now and was nearing his release. Suddenly he came, spurting cum into Myrcella's tight hot mouth, which she swallowed eagerly not allowing a single drop to escape. Lifting her head from the water, she smiled at her lover and gently stroked his still hard cock.

"Milord! You're still hard… It is true what they say about the north, they are a hardy people, "Myrcella purred adjusting her position and straddling his waist. Her ass rubbed against his cock as she positioned it towards her asshole, "Afraid I must save myself…"

Opening his mouth to object, Eddard was silenced when Myrcella forced the entirety of his cock into her arse, burying the entire length inside her. Moaning loudly, she let the water slosh around and act as a lubricant. Eddard's hands latched onto her arse and he threw away the boundaries he set himself and began to fondle the young girl roughly. Myrcella began to bounce up and down his cock slamming in and out of her asshole.

Myrcella had never had such a big cock and was starting to feel it stretching her entire arsehole. Groaning and moaning, she leaned forward dangling her breasts in front of Eddard's mouth. Leaning forward, he captured one of her nipples in his mouth and began biting, sucking and playing with the delightful and sensitive nub. The added pleasure sent Myrcella over the edge, her body convulsing. Her asshole, constricted squeezing and tightening around his cock, milking it for all its worth.

Unable to move his cock inside her newly tightened ass, Myrcella sat with pleasure running through her body. Her ass convulsed squeezing his cock, sending his sensitive cockhead into another orgasm. She felt cum paint the inside of her asshole, pouring down the lord's cock. Moaning loudly, she relaxed her asshole and looked into Ned's eyes.

Letting Eddard's cock pop out of her asshole and his cum slowly seep into the bathwater, Myrcella rose to her feet, water dripping from her young creamy body. Smiling, she stepped out of the water, letting the water cover her body, cum trickling down her inner thigh. Eddard lay breathless in the bath, his cock finally softening, reeling from the tight feeling of the young princess's arsehole.

Striding to the door, without bother to even dry or cover herself, Myrcella moved to leave, but Eddard stopped her, "Milady? When… when might…. Might we do this… you know… might we do this again?"

Hanging on the doorframe seductively, Mrycella simply smiled at the older man, "I am, but a word away…"

Smirking, Myrcella stepped out into the hallway completely bare, her developing ass and budding breasts gently bouncing with each step she took. Leaving the man alone, Myrcella strode down the corridor not caring about who saw her. However no one was awake to see her as she turned the corner and saw her mother's room. Arriving at the door, she smiled as she heard audibly moans from within the room. Pushing open the door, she stepped in and closed it behind her before laying her eyes on the sights before her.

Her mother lay sprawled on a red velvet sofa her legs parted as the young Stark boy, knelt between them. They were both naked and had been going at this for a while. Bran was lapping away at her cunt, licking her juices and delicious folds. Her mother had her eyes closed and was fondling her soft breasts with each of her hands loving every sensation. Myrcella stepped forward and noticed something about the Stark Boy. He was on his hands and knees, his young pert ass in the air. There was a noticeable gape to the boys asshole and Cersei's strapon lay on the floor, covered in shimmering lube.

Taking a seat next to her mother, she broke her out of her orgasmic slumber. Cersei wrapped her hands around Myrcella and drew her closer the mother and daughter's nude forms pressing together, "Hey there, sweetie."

Leaning in Cersei caught her daughter's lips with her own, and drew her in for a deep and passionate kiss, "Did you do everything I taught you?"

"Of course mother… every single thing," Myrcella moaned her hands fondling her mother's soft breasts as Bran continued to lick her out.

"And he trusts you?" Cersei purred her hand pushing Bran's face into her cunt, moving his tongue into the correct position.

"Entirely... When do I get my turn with Bran?" Myrcella asked ruffling his hair and leaning forward to paw at his young ass, "I long for his cock and ass…"

"In time… But I do believe the king needs a visit," Cersei murmured kissing Myrcella once more before pushing her onto her feet and towards the door, "And pass my strapon, I do believe Bran needs another ride…"

Smiling, Myrcella tossed her mother the toy before striding to the door and out into the corridor. The kings quarters were on the other side of the castle, meaning she would have to travel quite a way in her nude form. Smiling, she secretly hoped that someone would see her. The idea seemed so dirty. Licking her lisp she began to walk through the castle with a confidence, that became apparent. Turning the corner she spied a collection of guards and smiled to herself. This would be fun…