A Midnight Rendezvous

Cersei slipped out of her tent, making her way into the shadow of the nearby trees by the glow of the full moon. She tread carefully, not making a sound, as she found the secluded glade her lover had designated.

And there stood Jaime, clad entirely in white as befit a Kingsguard, in a small clearing far away from the camp. The twins paused for a moment, seperated by the moonlight, then ran to eachother, carnally embracing in the dark. Jaime pulled away, starting to fumble with his sister's laces, trying in vain he angrily tore open her bosom, Cersei's round breasts spilling out of her blood red dress.

Jaime mauled her tits angrily, tweaking her nipples and groping her chest. He reached one hand down, flipping up Cersei's skirts to reveal her bare arse. Jaime thrust his fingers into her, roughly fingerfucking her tight pussy.

Cersei stifled her moans with the folds of her gown, thrusting her thighs to meet her twin's delving fingers. She quickly came, letting out a groan and throwing her head back, shuddering.

From the shadows, Ned saw all. He turned and walked away.