The King of Ice Rebels.

Eddard shook his head.

"Not yet. I'm not done with you, Cersei." He smirked. Standing, he took his queen by the wrist, and made for the bedchamber.

It was a rather comical sight, the normally taciturn King padding towards their bed, hardening cock exposed, as the naked Queen came with him, giggling despite herself.

When they reached the bed, Eddard threw Cersei onto her back. The Lannister fixed him with a quizzical smirk, unsure of his intentions, but undoubtedly more eager than she had been on any of her romps with the drunken Robert.

Eddard knelt before Cersei.

Eyes running up her slender, milky legs, they hungrily alighted on her cunt, and the small patch of golden fur above it.

"I'll hear you purr yet, Lioness..." Ned smiled, hooking Cersei's legs over his shoulder before lowering his mouth to Cersei's pussy.

He had done this only a few times for Catelyn throughout their marriage, but it only felt proper to repay the pleasure Cersei had given with her mouth. He lapped at her hungrily, looking up across his wife's naked body. From the way she gasped, stroked his graying hair and smiled, it was obvious Robert had never shown her this kind of appreciation.

Cersei mewled and clutched at the bedsheets. Ned was devoted, persistent and steady in his worship at her altar. It was only a matter of time before she was defeated, gasping, coming, squeezing Eddard's head between her thighs and grinding her grateful sex against his face.

"That was... that was, quite delightful." Cersei said, gasping again as Eddard came up for air.