No

You send the boy away and he hurries down the wall of the tower quicker than you can believe.

You ask Lord Stark how it feels to have his son know that he takes it up the ass. Ned looks back at you and sighs wantonly, slapping his own ass cheek. “Keep fucking me.”

You pull out of him and he whines with longing. “Please, Your Grace, do not leave me like this, I need more, more of your cock.”

Walking over to the window, you motion him to follow you with his finger. He crawls on his hands and knees, kneeling at your cock. You tell Lord Stark that you want to fuck him where all of Winterfell is going to see that their Lord is a pathetic cock-taking bitch.

“I am Your Grace, I’m just a dirty northern slut, I don’t care who knows it.” He climbs over the window, his head hanging out the other side.

A small crowd of commoners have already gathered, no doubt from the sight of Bran making his way down the tower. You spank Ned’s hungry ass a few times, and the Lord groans loudly across the yard. “Just give it to me!” He begs.

You put your cock back into his nice fat ass and fuck him against the window. Ned looks down at the gathering crowd as saliva runs from his mouth from the ecstasy of your cock.

You instruct him to tell the crowd he is a whore.

“I’m a whore!” He yells without hesitation. “I’m the whore of Winterfell!”

Ned barely seems to notice or care when his three sons come running into the growing crowd, no doubt having been alerted by Bran.

“I’m a whore!” Ned screams, your cock deep into the tightest depths of his ass. His arms shake as he grips the stone windowsill, sweat beads from his forehead.

Jon looks at his father in disgust, Robb in a sort of curious fascination, and Bran in pure confusion.

You shoot your load deep into Ned’s ass, and just to add to the spectacle, you pull out and shoot another load visibly across Ned’s back.

“I’m a whore…” Ned says again, panting. “I’m sorry, boys…”