Ned Stark', that was the source of her concern, of the little flashes of anger and of fear that sparked through her mind. She gulped in a shuddering breath, memories of their coupling overwhelming her suddenly; she reached out to grip the wall as her legs nearly went from under her. She, she, she had never experienced anything like that, like the raw, physical sensations that Ned Stark had made her feel. The way he had held her down, his enormous strength pinning her to the bed, while his equally enormous manhood had ploughed her flesh, uncaring of her weak plea's to stop. The way she hadlikedit, to be taken like that, the way she had wanted to be taken, to be ravished, to be, to bedominated.
Jamie, Jamie had, well, he had tried to take her like that, once or twice, but...no she realised, Jamie had thought he was taking her the way she wanted to be taken, but in the end she had retained control, she had been the one with the power. But here? She had no power over the Stark, she felt like a little weak girl, trembling before him in fear, and liking it, liking the wetness that these thoughts of powerlessness brought.
Before the Stark she was no longer a Lioness, she was nothing more than a kitten, and even though she had admitted to herself that she liked it, she had to get a reign upon her emotions, to clear her head of heated visions of Ned Stark ruling over her flesh.
A twist of thought snaked through her mind, her 'maidenhead'...of course she had none and she wondered if the Stark would have noticed? She looked at her reflection; of course he would have noticed she feared, he was no tremulous youth, mounting his first maid to spill his seed into her after a few heated thrusts. The Stark was a man, and a man who had know many women she mused, for what maiden, Lady or tavern slut could, or even would, say no to the Stark, if he turned his attention to them?
Now how to handle this? Should she admit to not being a maid? And how would the Stark react to this? Should she use the excuse of a vigorous horse ride to excuse the lack of a maidenhead? Or a tumble with a handsome stable boy when she was ten and five? She curled her lips into a snarl, why did she have to even concern herself with this matter in the first place! Dammed men and their dammed ideas about maidenhood!
She concentrated for a while, mulling over thoughts in her head, she barely knew the Stark; Jamie, Jamie would have been easy to manipulate, she knew her twin inside out. The Stark, Ned, he she did not know, did not know what drove him, what dark desires twisted him, what hidden doors into his desires she could find and exploit.
An idea entered her head, it would be risky she knew, she would have to put on a performance of sheer murmurery, but the risk was worth it she decided. She nodded to her reflection in the mirror; Jamie had proven to her that men could be easily steered by their pillar, so why would Ned Stark be any different?
She gave herself a final wash and brushed out the tangles in her hair before returning to the bed chamber. She hopped up onto the bed and snuggled down under the furs beside Ned, cuddling up to him.
Time to start her performance "Is that what the bedding is like every time?" she asked, putting as much wide eyed innocence in her voice as she could.
Ned just grunted, she got the impression that he wanted to say something else but he remained silent.
She let a hand roam over Ned's torso, slipping lower down to discover his manhood; she ran her fingers over it lightly, like she was nervous, before giggling as her other hand pulling down the furs that covered his lower torso.
"My Lord Husband, your, your pillar...do all men have one like this?" she asked, shifting up on one elbow and turning her head to look into Ned Stark's face, making sure her own face wore a visage of innocence and no little awe.
"What do you mean Cersei?" Ned asked, she thought she could see amusement flash briefly though his eyes at his response.
"Ah, well" she dipped her face slightly to break eye contact and mumbled "erh, I saw an illustration in a Maester's manuscript of a man's body, and, erh, his, his manhood was not as, well, big...as yours my Lord husband..."
Good so far she mused; now let's see male pride blind the Stark, as an annoying heat beginning to travel over her body, a heat that blazed as she pondered on what she was going to do next to Ned Stark.
"How does it feel in your hand Cersei?" he asked, not answering her question.
"Big!" she tittered, as her hand started to grip and tug at him, feeling it begin to grow, pulsing and stiffening. The rearing cock fascinated her, as it flared and hardened under her touch, Jamie's member had been so smooth to the touch, lean like his torso, the Stark's was different, great veins ran under its skin, making it look gnarled, while the head flared proud of the shaft, she pulled the foreskin back, sliding a finger behind the hard ridge of the head. The bulbous head stood proud of the shaft by a thickness as great on either side as her finger, she twisted her head to get a better look, blind to the fact that she had moved her face down to draw close to the phallus in her little hand.
The overwhelming odour of his musk assaulted her nostrils, she nearly coughed at its pungent reek, desire leaped through her mind, racing along nerves to ignite a desperate want in her. This was to have been her destination anyway, to please Ned Stark with her mouth 'by accident' but now all rational thought fled her mind, all that remained was a primal, instinctive need to worship with her mouth the column of hard flesh before her.
She moved her head closer, opened her mouth and took the head of his manhood into her mouth, a shuddering moan escaping her throat as her lips closed around his flesh. She ran her tongue over the hardness in her mouth, concentrating on the parts that she knew were sensitive, and which elicited a moan of pleasure from Ned. This spurred her on; she moved her lips up and down over the crown of his pillar, sucking her cheeks in and making as close a seal as she could as her lips rolled up and over the hard ridge of the crown.
Jamie had never been able to say no to anything she wanted after she took him in her mouth, but all her previous plans were forgotten as she swirled her tongue over the meaty bulk in her mouth, savouring its size, its taste, the heady smell of its flesh. She wrapped as much of her hand as she could around his shaft and tugged at it in time to her mouth moving up and over the head, her tongue mobile and darting, flicking at the bits she knew from long experience which would bring pleasure to Ned.
A hand fell into her hair, gripping a fistful of her blonde curls as a groan escaped Ned's mouth, she smiled, or at least she tried to with such a member filling her mouth, as she felt Ned's hand push downwards, urging her to take more of him into her mouth.
Sliding her mouth forwards, feeling his cock head touch the back of her throat, her cheeks bulged and her gullet spasmed at this, and she tried to hold her head from being forced any deeper. But to no avail, Ned's strength was too much and despite her gagging and slobbering he slowly pushed into her throat. She coughed and gagged at this intrusion, her eyes watered and she panicked, she could not breath!
She tried to push back, and this time Ned relented and let her remove most, but not all of his cock from her mouth. She took a deep breath and just then Ned pushed her head back down again, forcing himself into her throat, holding her there for a few seconds before letting her head come back up. His other hand grabbed her head and he began the thrust his hips up while at the same time forcing her head down, fucking her face, slowly at first, but soon building up a pace.
When he would pull back she would flick her tongue over the ridges and indents of his crown, eliciting judders and moans of pleasure from him, sometimes he would hold himself there so that she could tease him like this.
Cersei had no idea how long she had spent like this, Ned fucking her drooling mouth with his member, only that it seemed to be much longer than Jamie had ever lasted when in her mouth. Idly she wondered if Ned would pump his seed into her mouth, she had let Jamie do this many a time, she had liked the taste of Jamie's seed, she wondered if she would like Ned's?
With a sudden swift few thrusts Ned grunted and holding her head fast his manhood bucked in her mouth once, twice and then a hot, salty tide erupted from it. Cersei greedily swallowed Ned's copious offering, moaning and shuddering as she did, an orgasm pulsing through her.
