Surprise Jeyne

Her quivering is intoxicating, and you feel a sudden surge, an adventurous spark of an idea.

"Jon. Oh gods, Jon. Please... please... Please!" She moans incoherently as her pleasure peaks, and as you sense her orgasm just about to break, you place a finger on her cunt lips, coating it in her juices and your saliva, and you run it down to her puckered rosebud. She's so lost in her own pleasure she doesn't notice until your finger plunges into her shit-canal, already moist from the juices that run down from her pussy.

She screams in pleasure as her climax overtakes her and a stream of cum rockets out of her, squirting into your mouth and across your face. Her legs tense around your shoulders and hold you there, and for a second, the thought of **** by a woman's climax runs through your head as you begin to feel suffocated against her flesh. Imagine Father finding me like that, you think. Imagine Lady Stark's face.

A flock of nesting crows burst from the tree line, and you're sure that someone must have overheard as her shriek turns into satisfied panting. Her legs around your shoulders tense around your head and little tremors pass through them before all strength leaves her. You pull your finger from her arse hole and wipe it on the snow nearby before leaning back. You pass your sleeve across your mouth to clean your face of her rampant juices.