Fifty Shades of Lemon Cakes: Part 10

Sansa and I enter our tent and both let out a happy relieved sigh. Thankfully, the crowd had accepted my surrender and my lover had convinced them easily that I was her prisoner.

They had allowed me to remain with Sansa, on one condition, that I be put in chains until she decided my fate. Then she, with some amusement in her eyes, had insisted on keeping the key herself upon a chain around her neck.

“Are you going to undo these soon?” I ask with a smirk as she suddenly pulls the chains so hard that I fall against the pile of furs upon the bed and she pushes me down, thrusting the conqueror roughly inside me.

“No,” Sansa moans with pleasure, burying herself so deep that her womanhood actually feel likes its inside mine and pounding me furiously. “Not until I'm completely satisfied.”

Suddenly, her eyes meet mine, burning with love, desire and passion all at once. Her thrusts slowly become gentle, sweet even and she smiles at me, lovingly.

We kiss, slowly, tenderly, the slow delicious burn of pleasure she normally makes me feel at first, quickly rises like wildfire throughout my body like never before.

A sudden release hits, the most intense I've ever had in my life and I close my eyes to lose myself in the wonderful sensations that follow.

“I love you Sansa,” I whisper tearfully, still trembling intensely as she eventually cries out and falls against me, her body trembling hard, “I love you.”

“Now,” She pushes herself up to look into my face and laughs happily, “Was that really so hard to say?”

“Well,” I smirk playfully, “You did have to put me in chains first.”

“How could I not? Your eyes practically lit up with joy at the sight of them.” Sansa smirks in return, rising from the bed to remove her clothing and then returning to my side to undress me, slowly until I'm wearing nothing but the chains.

“My eyes lit up with joy for you,” I say happily as she lies down beside me and rests her head upon my chest to listen to my heart beating, “Not the chains.”

“Are you trying to get me to make love to you again?” She asks sleepily and laughs.

“No,” I smile, tenderly kissing her upon the forehead as I move my hands down to take off the conqueror, “I just think I should return the favour.”

Sansa closes her eyes and smiles as I slowly begin kissing my way down her body.

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I awake just as dawn is breaking outside, nuzzling back into a peacefully sleeping Sansa, smiling and gently kissing her neck.

“I can't... Not now,” She murmurs sleepily and giggles, “I need sleep.”

I smile to myself and rise naked from the bed, half hidden in shadow, to wash myself in a nearby basin. Wiping my face in a cloth I turned to see a dark figure looming over my love, dagger in hand and ready to end her life as she slept.

Charging at them with all my might I knocked them to the ground before they had a chance to strike and fought with them there.

“Cersei!” Instinctively I looked away for a moment and up at Sansa at her panicked cry. 

Unfortunately, this gave the assassin free reign to stab me in the chest and pull out their dagger.

Then, to my surprise, they simply faded away in a puff of dark smoke as if they had never existed at all.

I stand, put my hand to my chest and gaze down in surprise as I see the wound and my own blood pumping freely outwards. As I raise my hand to gaze my own blood, I begin to grow weak and fall to my knees.

“No!” Sansa screams over and over again, leaping from the bed and crying as she cradles me in her arms.

“I love you...” I say weakly and gaze up into her face, my eyes shining with love, as my world turns black.