Cersei demonstrates.

"After this." Cersei moved forward, deftly climbing onto the northman's sitting body.

She moved to kiss him, and he reciprocated hungrily. Though he had seen Jaime's cock invade these lips hours ago, it was easy to forget, to breathe in her perfume and the scent of wine on her breath.

Every night on the Kingsroad, Cersei had come to him, and every night he had found it impossible to resist her. They fucked, kissed, and planned for their arrival in the capital. By the time they did arrive, they were sharing a bed together as naturally as the man and wife they quickly became once Ned took the Iron Throne.

There was a simplicity in their sex, and as Cersei stood letting her gown fall, and Ned freed his cock, it was one they both embraced.

For the next few moments, Ned could forget about Catelyn, the Realm, his court and his other worries, and simply immerse himself in his co-conspirator's flesh.

With Jaime about his other duties, Eddard was allowed the royal cunny. he gasped as he entered her, eyes fixed with her green ones.

The King's arms encircled his Queen's hips, hands seeking purchase on the pillowy cheeks of her arse as they began to fuck in earnest.

Cersei kissed him. Sometimes he couldn't believe the turn his life had taken, the span of months turning him from Robert's loyal subject, and devoted family man, to a usurper, a Kingslayer and a bigamist. But when he had his cock inside Cersei, and her lips on his, it all made a certain sort of sense.

There was ruthlessness, malice, cruelty in the lioness, but also love. For her children, for Jaime, and he hoped, for him.

The chair creaked as he thrust up into his Queen, and Cersei writhed on him. Cersei had seduced him in the darkness, but to look on her nakedness in the light of day was even more intoxicating.

Ned felt his balls tighten. Tightening his grip on Cersei's rear, her gritted his teeth, grunted, and redoubled his efforts. He was close now. He closed his eyes in anticipation.

He felt Cersei's hand slap one, twice at his wrist, not pausing from her gyrations on his cock, before she seized around his right hand and pulled it away from her. Eddard's strong grip broken, Cersei dismounted.

The King of Ice sighed inwardly. What had been denied Baratheon and allowed for Lannister would also be refused to Stark, it seemed. Still, Cersei was quick to address his dissatisfaction, bringing her lips down onto his meat.

Cersei employed the same techniques she had used to thrill and delight her brother that morning, her ministrations working on the **** Ned to great effect. Her green eyes gleamed as she looked up at him, confident in his undoing. Ned would not deny her. Gently winding his fingers into her golden hair, Ned gave one final thrust into her warm and inviting mouth, then came, moaning her name as he did so.

As he spurted time and again into her throat, a dark little part of Ned found himself jealous of Jaime. Could I have resisted it in his place?

Once she had finished swallowing his issue, Cersei rose to her feet, standing naked over a flaccid Eddard.

"Now, clean yourself, then go to your fool wife and bring her onside." Cersei insisted.