yes he can!

When Ned Stark saw the small creeks of his seed flowing down face and bosom of the golden lioness, something deep inside him shifted. Some archaic animal like part of him overtook the shy and honorable aspect of his personality. Now he was a wolf and she his mate. Or prey. Or both.

"Well then, Ned... " The smiling queens emerald eyes watched his. "It seems that we have an agreeme..."

SLAP!

She couldn't finish her sentence as a blow of Neds hand silenced the Queen. Before Cercei could protest Ned had liftet her into the air and threw her onto his bed. The cumcoverd blonde screamed quite, as Ned turned her around and placed himself behind the kneeling woman.

"Ned!" the woman hissed "What do thing you're ..."

Eddard Stark placed his hard left Hand upon her soft Lips "It's still Lord Stark for you" he whispered with the hint of a perverted grin in his voice.

His right hand wandered over the queens delicious womanly body. with hard but clever movements he caressed her body.

The Queen of Westeros felt the Warden against her ass cheeks, his manhood hard as valyrian steel.