The Lioness in the Wolfs Den

Cersei Lannisters Post

Pausing for a moment at his words, the Queen felt his touch and his breathing against hers, and shivered yet again despite the warmth surrounding her. She had not realized that although the Godswood was beautifully temperate her skin remained cold, the night air had not left her. She had been mesmerized by the beauty; captured by such charm of both the wood and..others. He spoke softly to her, a different kind of attention that was rare among other men, she could not resist his gentleness.

Contemplating his suggestion, Cersei leaned up to his ear, so that her lips only gently grazed his skins as she spoke, whispering, allowing a smile to sting her lips. It was different, Jon Snow was not the bulk of a husband she was used to, or the familiar strength of Jaime, but he was a classic different, new and exciting and..exotic.

“I’ll go if you follow me,” she whispered before turning away from him and walking towards the spring. It was quietly rumbling to itself as she approached, and without looking back at the handsome Northerner she set the necklace from her hands on the ground, as well as her rings and shoes, leaving a precise circle of gold from the south on the ground of the Northern Godswood. Like it or not, the Queen was going to leave an impression on this land, memorable and sweet.

Gazing down at the spring two soft Southern hands drifted to the bottom of the skirts surrounding the Queen’s feet and pulled them up over her hand, placing them beside her jewels. Standing on the edge of the spring Cersei shuddered for a moment at the thought of the man behind her, watching her nude figure stand before him. She was the Queen, so she kept her gaze on the spring, but her physique demanded attention regardless of her attention or not. Tossing her golden hair softly over her shoulders she slipped into the spring allowing the glorious warmth to seep into her being and overcome her.

She turned to look at Jon Snow, standing outside of the spring beyond her clothing as she idled in the spring. Her smile had faded, but only for the moment as she adjusted to the power shift as if handing over her privacy to a stranger. She shivered again and closed her eyes, wishing for her companion’s strong touch upon her, his body against hers, there in the spring at that moment.

Drifting back to the thoughts of Snow’s hands on her chest, shet touched her now naked breast under the spring, missing the pressure against her skin and staring at him, craving him. Should I let my loneliness, my longing, get the best of me? Her thoughts sounded in her head as a backdrop to her thudding heartbeat, or remain in control..this is crazy. Her heartbeat drowned out any doubt, however, and she gave in to her needs. “If I wasn’t clear before, Jon Snow, I require you in the spring now.”

As the young Bastard of Winterfell awaited the Queen’s response, steadily worrying more and more with each passing second. The more he thought about it the more worried he was about what her reaction would be. However, eventually she slowly leaned in towards his ear, and he knew he would soon find out her response one way or the other. He opened his mouth to speak, perhaps he could soften the blow, take back what he had said, but before he could even utter a word he felt the soft, moistness of her lips brush against the outside of his ear, and his words froze in his throat.

“I’ll go if you follow me.” her sweet voice felt like a whisper on the wind, a wind that moved through his body and down to the inner most parts of his soul. With each word she spoke her lips scrapped across his ear, sending new shivers throughout his body each time. And just like that, she turned and began to move away from him. Jon remained in the same position, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping in complete surprise as he watched the Queen move away from him.

She moved in such a sultry manner that the way of her hips had Jon hypnotised. When she finally reached the spring, where she stopped and gently placed all of her jewellery on the floor, Jon couldn’t help but watch her. She was so precise with every movement, so elegant and regal that it almost appeared as if she could be broken if she was held too tightly, or mishandled too rough.

With finesse like that of nothing Jon had ever witnessed, the Queen reached down to the of her dress and slowly lifted it up as she stood, up and over her head before gently dropping it onto the floor beside her. Jon couldn’t move and neither could he avert his eyes, though a part of him was insisting that he did. Her slender figure was unlike anything he had ever seen, with the moonlight shining down through the trees and coating her in a mesmerizing silver hue. Jon was utterly speechless. He wanted to speak up and tell her just what he was thinking, just how stunningly beautiful she was, but even his educated mind knew not the words to even begin, and saying anything less would have done her a injustice.

With slow movements, Queen Cersei steadily lowered herself into the spring, her naked body vanishing beneath the bubbling surface of the water. It wasn’t until she was almost completely submerged, only her shoulders upwards visible, when she finally turned around to face Jon Snow again. She was no longer smiling, but her expression was intense. With her eyes closed the Queen took several deep breaths before finally, she spoke once more. “If I wasn’t clear before, Jon Snow, I require you in the spring now.” there was authority in her voice that only royalty knew how to command.

Without replying or thinking, Jon Snow removed the black, leather tunic that he had been wearing, before wasting no time in lifting the white shirt underneath up and over his head, dropping both onto the floor at his feet. His took a few steps forward, the cold air biting at his chest, as he bent down and removed his boots. Upon standing up once more, now very close to the spring, Jon’s hands drifted down to the front of his trousers, where they stopped.

He suddenly realised just how aroused seeing the Queen naked, even just from behind, had made him. His trousers felt tighter around the crotch, and there was an almost primal throbbing in his hardened loins that there was no avoiding. A pang of embarrassment at the thought of revealing himself to the Queen flushed his cold face at that moment, though it was brief and his desire for her quickly overpowered it.

His hands moved diligently as he undid his trousers, allowing them to fall to his ankles and revealing himself in all of his glory. The cold was biting, but the Queen had made his blood so hot that it hardly even registered to the Bastard of the North. Now as naked as his first name-day, Jon Snow stepped into the heated spring until he was as submerged as the Queen, all the while, with every single movement, his eyes remained unblinking and focused on her face. The water was warm, just as he remembered it, and though he had never been a fan of the heat, he found himself longing for the extra warmth that he knew her body would grace him with.

Moving through the water until he was just in front of her, Jon Snow continued to look at the Queen. Her beauty was never from his mind, and though, even in this situation, she still held an air of authority about her, he could also see the vulnerability she had placed herself in, and it drew him to her even more so. Finally, after all of his silence, Jon Snow’s mouth opened as he took a deep breath and spoke. “As my Queen commanded.” he simply stated, through a slight smile, in reference to her earlier command for him to enter the spring. He could not deny her commands even if he wanted to, and at that moment he realised one important fact; he didn’t want to deny her.

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Total Word Count thus far: 6,218.

Cersei Lannisters Post

It wasn’t right by any means, for a Queen to be thinking in such a way, let alone allowing herself to run her fragile hands over his shoulders, noticing every muscle, every bone beneath the skin, and allowed her hands to wander to his face and cup it. Her fingers locked in his hair, Cersei moved closer to him and felt his body against hers. She craved his heat. She craved his taste. She craved his wholeness inside of her.

Wasting time was never the Queen’s strong suit, it took little time for her to lay her lips against his. The air in her ears buzzed, slowing in order to allow her thoughts to pause, and her needs be fulfilled. This man took her away from her present, and gave way to a fantasy. Although, she would never have thought she would be in such a circumstance with any bastard of Westeros, but as was common before her thoughts began to fade, her lips pleaded for more of a kiss as her hands pressed his head nearer hers. Impatient, demanding; Cersei got what she wanted.

A thought slipped through causing a pause, if anything a bastard never got what he wanted, which propelled further thoughts: is this what he wanted? A funny thing about being a Queen was that one did not have to care what other people wanted, unless that person was her father. When it came to Robert she didn’t care, nor Jaime really, or others. It only mattered what she wanted, this situation changed nothing, although that one last lingering moment of brief doubt, wonder: did he want this as much as she did? Forgetting these thoughts, Cersei drank up his kiss as passionately as her regal-demeanour would allow.

He tasted different than most men that had crossed Cersei’s lips, that had taken the chance with the Lioness. He was a pup, a Stark Northern boy, who had taken a long shot even speaking with the Queen, and he tasted less like fear and danger than she had expected; he tasted of conquer and strength. Breathing in lightly she felt her chest against his, the cold area of skin where he had touched her breast against his warm skin now, and she felt something stir inside. Desire.

She felt him against her, all of him, the strong and hard parts, his soft lips against hers, and her mind continued to blank. The mind of a Queen races quickly all day, every moment. This was the moment dear Cersei had craved, to just allow herself to forget her Lannister name, her Baratheon children and husband and crown, and get lost in an amazing man.

Cersei broke away from his kiss for a moment, looking up into his eyes so close to his face. Intoxicated by his taste, smell, touch, he paralysed her senses and she was left catatonic for his move would determine it all. If this running away to paradise was worth it, if she had been too straight forward, if anything she had said had meant anything at all, or thought, or felt… It took every ounce of strength of the Queen she had left to not fall into his arms immediately, take him right then, to be lost for hours in his kiss, his pleasure, but she demanded herself to wait.

The heat of the water was extremely relaxing, the aches and tension within Jon Snow’s muscles slowly fading away. Jon didn’t particularly like the heat, he was one who preferred the natural cold of the North. However, with Queen Cersei standing naked within the natural spring, the temperature of the water was naturally the last thing that was on the young Bastards mind. Jon had not seen the Queen’s body yet, other than from behind while she had stepped into the spring. In truth all he had to do was to glance down through the water and all would be revealed, yet he dared not; once glance and he would no doubt lose himself.

With an elegance that he felt only a Queen could summon, she gently placed her hands on his shoulders. Goosebumps erupted across his shoulders at her delicate touch, which were still above the water. As her fingers trailed up his neck Jon felt his eyes close and he took in a long, deep breath of the cold air, so when he hands cupped either face he opened his eyes and looked down into hers. Though only silence floated between the Bastard and the Queen, an unspoken level of understanding and shared desire was clearly apparent.

She moved towards him, her body edging against his own under the water. Jon’s hands absentmindedly drifted trough the water until his fingers brushed against her hips. The feeling of the smooth skin of her hips made his fingertips tingle. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, where he was, what and where his hands were touching. This woman, this blonde and beautiful lioness, was the Queen of all the Seven Kingdoms! The concept of her even conversing with a man of his stature, a lowly Bastard, was inconceivable, but to think that his hands were resting on her bare hips?

His fingertips absentmindedly massaged her thighs as she suddenly leaned in and pressed her lips against his own. It utterly surprised Jon, who’s eyes widened in shock. She was kissing him, royalty was kissing him. Her hands ran back through his hair, fingers spreading across the back of his head as she pulled him tighter into their passionate kiss. Losing himself in the moment, Jon’s fingers tightened on her hips and pulled them against his own, leaving little room for water between their intertwining bodies.

However, just when Jon was finally losing himself in the whirlpool of emotions and desire that had become his mind, the Queen broke the kiss. The young Bastard opened his eyes and looked at her, noting that she was already staring into his eyes, their faces mere inches from each other. Jon’s chest raised and fell in deep and rapid motions, as he silently looked at her, but she did not speak. He wondered what she was thinking, if he had done something wrong or had offended her in some way? He was new to this, and like wasn’t as experienced as others might have been. As worry began to sow it’s seed within him, he noted that she didn’t seem angry or upset, but rather she was merely looking on at him with the same expression she had worn all night.

He was confused. He didn’t know what to do. Did she wish for him to continue, to take the initiative, or did she want him to be the one to stop this foolishness? Jon made no claims to understand the heart of mind of a woman, he doubted he ever would either, especially that of a Queens, but there was a point that he could not deny. She was the Queen Regent of the Seven Kingdoms! She knew better than anyone that she had full control over any situation, the final say in all matters. He was but a Bastard, and would never had dreamed to tell the Queen what she should or should not do. Plus, he could not deny the part of him that was screaming out that he did not want this moment to end.

Slowly, Jon’s right hand began to trail up the side of her body, his fingertips lightly dragging against her skin, following the curves of her body. When his hand reached her shoulder, he broke its contact with her body and raised it towards her cheek, hesitating only briefly, still unsure what she was thinking. He opened his mouth to speak, to ask her if something was wrong, but the words did not come. Instead he gently placed his hand on her cheek, cupping it slightly as he caressed her face. He had not the words, even someone as educated as himself, and so he decided to allow something more powerful than mere words speak for him; the situation, his actions, the very look in his eyes.

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Total Word Count thus far: 7,019.

((OOC: With Cersei having left the site, I am going to finish this thread.))

The heat of the water was extremely relaxing, the aches and tension within Jon Snow’s muscles slowly fading away. Jon didn’t particularly like the heat, he was one who preferred the natural cold of the North. However, with Queen Cersei standing naked within the natural spring, the temperature of the water was naturally the last thing that was on the young Bastards mind. Jon had not seen the Queen’s body yet, other than from behind while she had stepped into the spring. In truth all he had to do was to glance down through the water and all would be revealed, yet he dared not; once glance and he would no doubt lose himself.

With an elegance that he felt only a Queen could summon, she gently placed her hands on his shoulders. Goosebumps erupted across his shoulders at her delicate touch, which were still above the water. As her fingers trailed up his neck Jon felt his eyes close and he took in a long, deep breath of the cold air, so when he hands cupped either face he opened his eyes and looked down into hers. Though only silence floated between the Bastard and the Queen, an unspoken level of understanding and shared desire was clearly apparent.

She moved towards him, her body edging against his own under the water. Jon’s hands absentmindedly drifted trough the water until his fingers brushed against her hips. The feeling of the smooth skin of her hips made his fingertips tingle. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, where he was, what and where his hands were touching. This woman, this blonde and beautiful lioness, was the Queen of all the Seven Kingdoms! The concept of her even conversing with a man of his stature, a lowly Bastard, was inconceivable, but to think that his hands were resting on her bare hips?

His fingertips absentmindedly massaged her thighs as she suddenly leaned in and pressed her lips against his own. It utterly surprised Jon, who’s eyes widened in shock. She was kissing him, royalty was kissing him. Her hands ran back through his hair, fingers spreading across the back of his head as she pulled him tighter into their passionate kiss. Losing himself in the moment, Jon’s fingers tightened on her hips and pulled them against his own, leaving little room for water between their intertwining bodies.

However, just when Jon was finally losing himself in the whirlpool of emotions and desire that had become his mind, the Queen broke the kiss. The young Bastard opened his eyes and looked at her, noting that she was already staring into his eyes, their faces mere inches from each other. Jon’s chest raised and fell in deep and rapid motions, as he silently looked at her, but she did not speak. He wondered what she was thinking, if he had done something wrong or had offended her in some way? He was new to this, and like wasn’t as experienced as others might have been. As worry began to sow it’s seed within him, he noted that she didn’t seem angry or upset, but rather she was merely looking on at him with the same expression she had worn all night.

He was confused. He didn’t know what to do. Did she wish for him to continue, to take the initiative, or did she want him to be the one to stop this foolishness? Jon made no claims to understand the heart of mind of a woman, he doubted he ever would either, especially that of a Queens, but there was a point that he could not deny. She was the Queen Regent of the Seven Kingdoms! She knew better than anyone that she had full control over any situation, the final say in all matters. He was but a Bastard, and would never had dreamed to tell the Queen what she should or should not do. Plus, he could not deny the part of him that was screaming out that he did not want this moment to end.

Slowly, Jon’s right hand began to trail up the side of her body, his fingertips lightly dragging against her skin, following the curves of her body. When his hand reached her shoulder, he broke its contact with her body and raised it towards her cheek, hesitating only briefly, still unsure what she was thinking. He opened his mouth to speak, to ask her if something was wrong, but the words did not come. Instead he gently placed his hand on her cheek, cupping it slightly as he caressed her face. He had not the words, even someone as educated as himself, and so he decided to allow something more powerful than mere words speak for him; the situation, his actions, the very look in his eyes.

However, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, Jons hands removed themselves from the Queens person and he took a few laboured steps backwards through the water. What had he been thinking? Yes she was the Queen, and who had the right to deny the Queen what she truly wanted? But she was the Queen! What he was doing now, let alone what she no doubt intended to do with him, was high treason! He had lived his entire life a Bastard, limited and looked down upon by the stature that title bestowed on him from birth, and yet he was about to potential make a Bastard of his own? No, he could not.

“I…” Jon looked down at the water, suddenly unable to look the Queen in the eyes. He turned and climbed free of the heated spring, grabbing his clothes and hastily putting them again, all the while chastising himself within his mind. Once he was clothed, at least somewhat, the young Bastard span on the spot and looked at the Queen, who was still within the spring, wearing nought but a bemused expression. “I’m sorry. I cannot do this. Please forgive me.” and with that he turned on the spot and hurried out from within the Godswood. Though late, his senses had saved him from both his lust and a potentially devastating situation, though with one word from the Queen he knew he could still be in an inconsiderable amount of trouble. The royal family could not leave Winterfell quick enough…

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Jon Snow Rewards: 2,450G | 490xp

Interesting thread, if it was a little squicky because of Cersei. That's just my dislike for that character, though. Wonderful thread. Check for minor grammar mistakes here and there. I give it three squirrels.