284 AC Kings Landing Tara I
"Ahhhh" sighed the northern Lord "that is so good Tara….mmmmmm"
She let his manhood fall from her mouth with a soft plop and gave its softening head a quick lick, her mouth filled with the heady taste of their mingled fluids, before she pulled herself up into a sitting position and smiled at Lord Eddard Stark.
"I'm glad you liked it my Lord" she husked back at him.
"Ah Tara, 'tis a pity I could not stay here forever, with you in my bed….."
"Ha!" she laughed softly "All the Lords say that, none of them mean it!"
"Aye…." he sighed as he left a hand drift along her curved flank, its hard calloused surface making shivers and goosebumps erupt all along her soft, smooth skin.
"Ahhhh" she gasped, her head lolling as his fingers crept across a heavy breast to tease an erect nipple.
"I, I must go my Lord, I have duties to attend to in the morning…."
"You have duties to attend to here Tara, there are still many hours yet."
Tara smiled down at the handsome, naked Lord sprawled on the bed. Lord Eddard Stark was not the first high born to have forced his attentions upon her, and he doubted he would be that last. But at least the big northerner paid her well for her favours and was discrete enough about it. For many had been the times when she had been dragged off into a corner for a rough, unpleasant but thankfully brief fuck by some lecherous Lord or Lordling.
Not Ned Stark, she still remembered the first time she had seen him, she was a chamber maid and she and her colleagues had been busy cleaning his room in the Red Keep when he has returned unexpectedly. They has all curtseyed and made to leave, he had stopped them and ordered them to continue on with their work. The Lord had retreated to his solar and was scribbling down some notes and making some drawings as Tara had approached him to ask if he wanted this small solar cleaned or if they should return at a later hour.
He had looked up at her, shock chasing across his eyes and face before he masked it. He stood up and strode past her, closing the door and coming to stand over her, she had felt her legs turn to jelly as she suspected what was coming next.
Instead, Lord Stark had pulled five silver stags from his purse and handed them to her "There will be five more like this for you tonight if you can make your way into my chambers in a discrete way?"
She took the silver coins, whispering from a mouth gone suddenly dry "Yes my Lord, I could use the scullery stairs to get here and there somewhere I could hide once in here…"
"Good girl, now what is your name?"
"My, my name?"
"Yes sweetling, your name…"
"Tara my Lord."
"Tara eh? Huh I should have expected that, never mind Tara, until tonight then Tara."
"Yes, my Lord" she squeaked as he opened the door and she fled.
Of course, she had came to him that night, he was a Lord, he had paid her and had promised her more silver, and he was handsome. All throughout that oh so long seeming day she had not been able to concentrate on her work, and she had come close to being beaten by one of the more senior servants for not concentrating on her work. She was distracted by the thoughts of the young northern Lord, when he had stood oh so close to her she had nearly swooned with desire, her entire body had tingled with lust, and never had she felt such a need nor want for a man.
Oh she was no maid, she had know more than her fair share of men since she was ten and five, but none had excited her like the thoughts of Lord Eddard Stark. And so she had hidden away in his rooms and waited, eventually hearing him return to them. She had come out of hiding and had but taken a step or two when he had called out "Tara, in here."
She had started but had obeyed his command, following his voice to his bed chamber; he was standing in the middle of the floor, a smile on his oh so handsome face.
"Here" he said, holding out some coins "five more sliver stags as promised Tara."
She approached him, with each step her head felt lighter and her body became hotter, heavier feeling. Sweat dripped from the underside of breasts, her womandhood ached moistly with a desperate need.
She took the coins from him and tucked them into a pocket in her dress, her fingers where she brushed his still tingling from the contact.
"Now Tara, remove your clothes" he had said, and she shrugged out of her clothes, no more able to resist his command than she could stop breathing.
He let his gaze wander over her naked form; her nipples were standing proud in the cool night air.
He reached out a hand to cup one of her breasts, the touch of his hand eliciting a strangled moan from her lips.
She pulled her thoughts back to the present, Ned Stark's hand had fallen back to the bed and his eyes were closed, despite the young Lord's insistence he was spent. She smiled a wistful smile; she luxuriated in the now familiar warm glow that was spreading through her body from her belly, a very pleasurable after effect of their coupling. And what of the coupling itself? She had never been taken by a man like Ned Stark, his stamina, his strength, his sheer size were overwhelming, time and time again, times almost without number he brought her to the summits of pleasure, with his hands, his oh so expert tongue and with that massive pillar of his.
She let her eyes rove across his naked form, muscles all hard and defined, arms like great tree trunks, veins like vines over hard flesh, a broad and deep chest, tapering to a narrow waist, sheathed in slabs of ridged muscle. And lying quiescent now his pillar, in repose bigger than any man's she had lain with previously, rampant it was a thing of raw power, able to fill her like never before, to bring pleasure to her stretched and stuffed womanhood as he thrust it in and out of her. Quite the mouthful too, and not at all easy to worship with lips, tongue and throat due to its bulk, but very enjoyable nonetheless, especially when he released his torrent of thick seed to spill into her mouth as a reward for her efforts.
With a frustrated sigh Tara pulled herself off the bed and collected up her discarded clothes and began to dress, Lord Stark might thing they had all the time in the world but she had a job to do. There were kitchen fires to be lit, laundry to be folded and cleaned, bed sheets to be changed, and she needed her sleep to face the long days of being a servant in the Red Keep.