Fifty Shades of Lemon Cakes Part 8

Cersei and I are riding on horses side by side together as the Wheelhouse trails slowly behind us. She is a natural on horseback and to my surprise I am rather envious of the firm grip she has on the saddle between her thighs.

“See something you want?” She smirks at me and whirls her horse to face me. “Come and get it.” Then she and the horse gallop off into a forest nearby.

I tell the servants to continue on and laughing, ride off after her. Cersei deliberately leads to me to a forest clearing and dismounts, leaning again a tree to wait for me.

I take the hint, dismounting quickly and heading straight into her arms. She kisses me passionately all over, before going to her knees before me.

“Cersei...” I murmur, filled with desire, throwing my head back and moaning with pleasure as her head disappears beneath my gown. From the moment she had first taken me I had stopped wearing smallclothes in her presence and found that I rather liked the freedom.

Come to think of it, in the three months that we have been together, travelling, I have not had my moonblood since before then and I know I have not lain with any man. There has only ever been her.

Could the Seven have smiled on our love and blessed us with a child? The thought is too ludicrous to even contemplate but I put my hand to my stomach anyway and to my surprise, feel a little fluttering against it.

This soon fades as my body succumbs to the sweet release Cersei gives me with her lips then starts again as she rises and kisses me with my taste upon her lips.

Then she pins me gently against a tree as I wrap my legs around her waist and feel the conqueror slide easily inside me, filling me completely. The feeling is wonderful, so wonderful that I forget everything but Cersei inside me, not being gentle and pounding me furiously.

I thrust my body against hers lost in the same furiously rhythm. My hips wrap around her waist as one release hits, then another and another before she cries out my name and holds me tight, trembling against me.

Spent and well satisfied, we sink down to the forest floor in one another's arms, laying there quietly until our bodies calm.

“Cersei, I...” I begin, laying my head on her chest and enjoying the feel of her gently stroking my hair.

“I know,” She looks at me and smiles, “Why do you think this trip has taken such a long time?”

“Because you keep making me do this.” I counter playfully and laugh happily.

“Well, there is that,” She smiles and laughs, “And I've been trying to think of the right time to give you this.” She takes off her lion necklace and places it in one of my hands.

I stare at it wide eyed until Cersei raises my head to look at her and stares deeply into my eyes. “I surrender to you, my heart, my soul and my body. Forever.”

With that said, she kisses me before taking off the conqueror, raising my gown and putting it on me. Then she turns away, lifts her own gown and allows me to take her gently from behind.

Emboldened, I push Cersei down onto all fours and take her roughly, pounding her relentlessly and nipping at her shoulders, like a wolf would its mate. Her pleasure filled moans and my own are the only sounds I hear as we suddenly share the most intense climax we have ever had together.

“I love you.” She whispers softly as she collapses to the forest floor and I collapse on top of her.

“I thought you wanted me to be the one ridden all the way to Winterfell? I laugh, gently pulling out and lying beside her to catch my breath.

“I don't mind making the odd exception to the rules for you.” Cersei smiles at me playfully and then laughs.

“We have rules now?” I sigh happily and lie in her arms.

“Don't make me spank you,” She laughs and playfully tickles me instead, “I have no energy for it.”

My gown raises and both of us catch the sight of blood on the conqueror. “Cersei?” I ask concerned, “Did I hurt you?”

“No, you were wonderful,” She smiles, kissing me softly, “It was just like another first time.”

I look up to see that the sun is setting and begin to rise. “We should follow the Wheelhouse, its getting dark.”

“Not yet.” Cersei kisses me and removes the conqueror to take me fully in her mouth. I moan with pleasure, my hands gripping the grass around us and arch my hips into her gentle touch. My body quickly shudders and I come hard into her mouth.

“Now, we can go.” She smirks playfully and wipes her mouth on the edge of my gown before she stands over me, offering a hand.

I take her hand, standing, my legs quivering with the release she just gave me.

“Oh no,” She smiles, lifting up her gown and putting the conqueror back on, “It looks like we might be sharing a horse and riding to Winterfell after all.”

Cersei mounts her horse and pulls me up in front of her. Then she lifts my gown and pulls hers back, spreading my skirts over us both.

“Now,” She kisses my neck and slips inside me with one, incredibly hard thrust as she puts her arms around me, “Hold the reins and ride hard. Until we find the Wheelhouse.”