284 AC Winterfell Cercei Lannister XXII

"NED! Ahhhhhh!AHHHHH!NED!" Cersei screamed as Ned sawed his way in and out of her, only for he was holding her up with his arms around her torso she would be collapsed face down on the bed. She had no strength anymore, the waves of pleasure, desire and endless orgasms had wrung her like a wet cloth, her knees were trembling and her legs were twitching as another orgasm tore through her. Ned's strong arms were wrapped around her from behind, her back arched and she was resting her head against Ned's chest, as his flat, hard groin slapped against her bum with each thrust of him into her.
Her head lolled forwards, she was unable to hold her head up and her blonde hair, soaked in sweat fell around her face. Ned continued to fuck her, driving away any thoughts but wanting him inside her, feeling his manhood fill her with its length and girth, as another orgasm peaked and broke through her. Shudders wracked her; a formless, incoherent moan escaped her lips as the pleasure faded only slightly and rapidly began to peak again, she groaned and gasped, unable to form words, unable to think, her entire mind filled with endless, mindless joy.
Cersei had no idea how long this went on for, time ceased to have any meaning for her, the room did not exist for her anymore, her universe was reduced to a bright, hard point filled only with the pleasure that Ned was giving her as his cock slid in and out of her sopping cunt.
She felt Ned speed up his thrusts into her, felt her pleasure increase if such a thing was possible, until he grunted and stopped thrusting into her, an explosion of fire seemed to surge along her nerves, blowing away the fog that had ensnared her brain. Her body tensed, shuddered and she screamed out a shriek that echoed off the bedchambers walls as she orgasmed to Ned blasting his seed into her.
Ned kept himself buried to the hilt inside her as his juddering member spent itself, she was barely conscious of this fact, riding a wave of ecstasy that seemed to stuff her entire being with tingling, shuddering spasms.
"Ned..." she gasped as he gently lowered her to the bed, removing himself from her she slumped down and drifted in a haze of warmth, which pulsed and seemed to radiate out from her belly.
She felt Ned get up from the bed behind her and move off; she dozed contentedly for a few minutes, hearing him return and feeling his weight in the bed beside her. She moved to press herself up against his flank, moving her head so that her nose just touched his skin, throwing an arm up and over his chest. Cersei mumbled something before succumbing to the pull of sleep, a deep lethargy seeping into every pore, Ned's musky man smell comforting as she inhaled it.
She awoke the next morning, languidly reaching out with an arm for Ned, finding the space empty she sat up, hearing slight exhalations coming from beyond the end of the bed. She dragged herself up wards, then crawled along the bed to see a naked Ned Stark lying flat out on the floor jerk himself upwards with his arms and then sink to the floor, to repeat the same move.
"Good morning Cersei" he said, not looking up at her.
"What are you doing?" she asked, noticing the sheen of sweat on his back and the way his muscles bunched and stretched under his skin.
"Exercising" he responded, stopping and lying on his back, bringing up his knees up and starting to raise his torso up, hands behind his head, twisting his body so that the elbow of his fight arm touched his left knee, and vice a versa.
"Looks fun" she tittered, as her eyes drunk in the play of hard muscle under taut skin, marvelling at the speed with which Ned was moving his body through these contortions. Marvelling at a certain part of Ned's anatomy that she was having trouble keeping her eyes off, and which was rapidly becoming more prominent. Desire raged through Cersei, a mindless need to have Ned inside her drove away all thoughts in her head, except the thoughts of fucking Ned.
"I've got a better idea for 'exercise' she said, grinning at Ned as she got up off the bed and stood astride Ned, who returned the grin and stopped his exercising.
She slowly lowered herself down, until she could run her wet slit along the rampant length of him, moaning as she slid along, coating him pillar in her juices.
Ned moved his hands to rest on her hips, letting her move back and forwards, back and forwards until Cersei let out a small grunt and raised herself upwards, grabbing his cock and angling it towards her dripping entrance. With a long drawn out sigh she pushed downwards and let Ned slide into her, taking about half of his length before she stopped.
Cersei reached up and pulled her hair behind her head, looking down at Ned with eyes hooded with desire and already beginning to lose focus, she raised herself up a little and slid down, Ned thrusting his hips up slightly to meet her. Ned licked a thumb and placed his hand at the union of their bodies, rubbing at her clit with his thumb, which quickly became soaked by her juices.
"Ahhhhh! Ned!" Cersei screamed "YESSSSSS!" as she threw her head back and shock with pleasure, her scream trailing away to a panted moan, her head falling forwards. She slumped a little, using her hands to support herself, resting her palms on Ned's chest; he gripped her hips a little tighter and began to thrust into her, at a steady, slow pace.
She climbed rapidly to another release, which burst over her almost too soon, to be followed by another and another and another, soon she was lying flat on Ned's chest, one of his hands gripped her waist and the other pressed the small of her back, grinding their bodies together. He kept up that maddeningly steady pace; again and again he brought her to the heights of pleasure, reducing her to a gasping, panting, sweating, shuddering mass of heated flesh.
"Ahhhh, Cersei!" Ned moaned and her insides clamped around him as she climaxed to the release of his seed, her arms wrapped around his neck as suns seemed to blaze inside her head, filling her with pure, golden pleasure.
She took a juddering breath, conscious that she had missed a few seconds, and lifted her head up from where it rested on Ned's broad chest, feeling his member softening inside the sheath of her womanhood. She searched his eye's, so unlike her own, so unlike Jamie's, saw nothing but those of a sated and contented man, maybe, maybe that was enough for her for now. She gave a little grin and leaned forwards, to dart a kiss onto his lips, rather than letting her pull away his hand grabbed at the back of her head and he held the kiss, deepening it.
It was a fierce kiss, lips, teeth and tongues clashed and fought, and when they finally broke it they both gasped a little. Cersei stayed like that, searching Ned's face for a moment or two, before asking "Do you have to go?"
"I do, I promised I would show your father where I think the North has gold, I won't be gone long..."
"Three weeksISlong!" replied Cersei, a little anger creeping into her voice.
"My but we are possessive are we not?" grinned Ned at her.
"Gah!" Cersei snorted, but she did not want to spend that amount of time away from Ned, the thoughts of being alone in Winterfell, surrounded by all this drab, grey stone and with nothing to do all day filled her with a nameless horror.
"You have the running of Winterfell to take care of; Master Walys and Benjen can help you if you feel overwhelmed. Don't worry you will be fine!" Ned said breezily as he lifted her up off him, stood up still carrying her and plopped her down on the bed.
He strode off and into his dressing room; she could hear the sounds of him drawing a bath.
A delicious thought of leaving the bed and joining him in the bath flittered through her head; she smiled but instead turned over and luxuriated in the feel of the furs and blackest of the bed. A pleasant lethargy soaked through her, radiating out from her belly, calming and relaxing her. She would have to get up soon and dress for the day and see her husband off, best to enjoy this little bit of pleasure while she can.