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Bonus Chapter: The Son of Ice and Fire, An Affair in Winterfell pt.2
🕑 Added 2024-08-24 14:44:19 +0000 UTCThe soothing sound of water gently lapping against the sides of the large copper bathtub reached Catelyn's ears as she lay submerged in the warm, fragrant water. With her eyes closed and her body relaxed, she tried to ease the tension that had been building within her.
Her long, auburn hair was piled atop her head, a few loose tendrils framing her face, which was flushed from the heat of the bath. Her full, round breasts floated just above the waterline, their rosy nipples peeking out from the surface, a sight that would have driven any man wild with desire.
As she rose from the bath, water cascaded down her body, rivulets tracing the curves of her breasts, her hips, her thighs. She stepped out of the tub, her feet sinking into the plush rug that lay on the cold stone floor. She reached for a towel, the soft fabric gliding over her skin as she dried herself, her movements slow and deliberate, her mind lost in thought.
She wrapped the towel around her body, tucking it securely above her breasts, and moved to her bedchamber, where her nightclothes lay neatly folded. She slipped on a simple, white nightgown, the soft fabric clinging to her skin, outlining the curves of her body. She brushed her hair, the rhythmic motion soothing her frayed nerves, her eyes meeting her reflection in the mirror.
As the servants finished fixing her bed, plumping the pillows and smoothing the sheets, Catelyn watched them with a detached air, her mind elsewhere. She thanked them softly as they left the room, the heavy wooden door closing behind them with a soft thud, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
She climbed into bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the warmth of her body. As she lay back against the pillows, her eyes fixed on the canopy above, her mind raced with the events of the previous day. She had spied on Maekar and the servant girl in the sept, and she could still hear their moans of pleasure echoing through the sacred space. She saw Maekar's large, thick cock, a sight that had sent a surge of heat and desire coursing through her. She saw herself, hidden behind the pillar, her body aching with need, her fingers pressed against her own wet, swollen flesh.
She tossed and turned, her body restless, her mind unable to find peace. She knew that what she had seen, what she had felt, was wrong—forbidden and dangerous. Yet, she could not deny the fire that burned within her, the desire that consumed her. She was a woman torn, caught between duty and desire, loyalty and lust.
As she lay there in the dark, her body aching with a need she tried desperately to suppress, sleep finally claimed her, and she found herself in a vivid dream.
In her dream, she was back in the sept, but this time, she was the one bent over the stone altar, her skirts lifted to reveal her bare, voluptuous ass. Behind her stood Maekar, his powerful body pressing against hers, his hard cock poised at the entrance to her wet, eager cunt.
"Catelyn," he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "I've wanted you for so long."
She whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation as she felt the head of his cock press against her, stretching her, filling her. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Maekar," she gasped, her voice a breathless moan as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own movements. "Yes, please. Fuck me. Take me."
He growled, his pace quickening, his hips driving his cock deeper and harder into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the sept, echoing off the stone walls, accompanied by her breathless moans and his low grunts.
"You feel so good," he groaned, his hands sliding up her back to tangle in her hair, pulling her head back gently but firmly. "Your cunt is so tight, so wet. You were made for me, Catelyn. Made to be fucked by me."
She cried out, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. His words, his touch, the feel of his cock filling her, it was all too much, too intense. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she chased her release.
"Come for me, Catelyn," Maekar commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Come all over my cock."
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, and she shattered, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. She screamed his name, her voice echoing through the sept as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
As her body slowly came down from the high of her release, she felt Maekar's cock pulse inside her, his own pleasure claiming him. He groaned, his body trembling as he spilled his seed deep within her.
But as the final waves of pleasure faded, the dream began to shift, and Catelyn found herself back in her own bed, her body drenched in sweat, her heart pounding in her chest. She gasped, her eyes flying open as she woke, the remnants of her dream still clinging to her like a shroud.
Shame washed over her, hot and bitter, as she realized what she had dreamed, what she had desired. She had dreamed of Maekar . She had dreamed of giving in to her darkest, most forbidden desires, and the shame of it burned like a brand on her soul.
She sat up, her body still trembling, her breath coming in quick, labored breaths. She knew she should feel disgust, revulsion at the thoughts that had invaded her dreams, but all she could feel was a deep, aching need, a longing for something she could never have, something she could never allow herself to desire.
She moved to sit at the edge of the bed. She hugged her knees to her chest, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. She was a married woman, a lady of noble birth, and yet she had dreamed of her husband's nephew, had lusted after him, had desired him in a way that was forbidden and wrong.
Her mind churned with guilt and self-recrimination. He's your husband's nephew. You should be ashamed of yourself.
And she was ashamed, deeply and painfully so. But even as she berated herself, another voice whispered in the back of her mind, a voice that was bitter and resentful.
How many times has Brandon shamed you? How many women has he kept, how many times has he betrayed you and your marriage vows? The thoughts came unbidden, a harsh reminder of the pain and humiliation she had endured at her husband's hands. She remembered the countless nights she had spent alone, the cold, empty space in their bed where her husband should have been. She remembered the whispers and the rumors, the knowing looks and the pitying glances. She remembered the pain and the anger, the bitter taste of betrayal that had become all too familiar.
She remembered that it had been months since Brandon had last come to her bed, months since he had last touched her, last made her feel desired and wanted. She was a woman starved for affection, for passion, for the touch of a man who cared for her, who truly desired her. And Maekar... Maekar desired her. She had seen it in his eyes, or so she convinced herself. He wanted her, and she... she wanted him too.
With a soft, strangled sob, Catelyn stood up, her body trembling with the force of her emotions. She knew she couldn't stay in her chambers, couldn't lie in her bed and torture herself with thoughts of what she couldn't have, what she shouldn't desire. She needed to move, to walk, to clear her mind and ease the ache in her heart.
She slipped out of her chambers wearing her gown, her footsteps silent on the cold stone floors as she made her way through the dimly lit corridors of the keep. The family apartments were quiet and still, the only sound was the distant murmur of voices outside. She walked aimlessly, her mind a jumble of thoughts and feelings, her heart heavy with the weight of her guilt and her desire.
As she passed the door to Maekar's chambers, she stopped, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she shouldn't, knew that she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help herself. She reached out, her hand trembling as she touched the heavy wooden door, her fingers tracing the intricate carvings that adorned its surface.
She closed her eyes, her breath hitching as she imagined Maekar on the other side of the door, stretched out on his bed, his dark hair tousled, his steely gray eyes burning with desire. She envisioned his hands on her body, his lips on her skin.
As she slowly opened the door, she heard soft, muffled moans coming from within.
‘Was there someone else in there with him?’ she wondered, her heart pounding in her chest.
She knew she should turn away, should flee from the temptation that beckoned her, but curiosity and desire held her rooted to the spot. With a trembling hand, she pushed the door open just a crack, peering inside to see what lay beyond.
The sight that greeted her sent a shockwave of surprise and arousal coursing through her. There, on Maekar's bed, lay Serena, her body writhing in pleasure, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps. But what truly shocked Catelyn was what Maekar was doing. He was kneeling between the girl's spread thighs, his dark head bent, his mouth pressed against the girl's most intimate place.
Catelyn's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she watched, transfixed, as Maekar's tongue traced the folds of the girl's cunt, his lips sucking and teasing her sensitive flesh. The girl moaned, her hips bucking as Maekar's skilled mouth worked her, driving her higher and higher with each flick of his tongue, each suck of his lips.
Brandon had never done anything like this for her, Catelyn felt a pang of jealousy, of longing, as she watched Maekar pleasure the servant girl with his mouth, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her open, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze and his eager tongue.
Maekar's tongue circled the girl's clit, flicking and teasing the sensitive bud, drawing a cry of pleasure from deep within her. His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts, his fingers rolling and pinching her nipples, adding to the overwhelming sensations that were consuming her.
Catelyn's own body responded to the erotic sight, her nipples hardening, her cunt growing wet and aching with need. She pressed a hand to her mouth, stifling a moan as she watched Maekar's head move, his tongue delving deep inside the girl, fucking her with his mouth.
The girl's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared the peak of her pleasure. Maekar's hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he devoured her, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Catelyn's breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her body aching with unfulfilled desire as she watched the girl come undone, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm, her cries of pleasure filling the room. Maekar continued to lick and suck her, his mouth gentle now, coaxing every last wave of pleasure from her trembling body.
As the girl's body slowly stilled, Maekar raised his head, his lips glistening with her juices, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
Catelyn could no longer bear the weight of her desire, the ache of her need. With a determined stride, she pushed open the door and stepped into Maekar's chambers. The servant girl, still flushed from her orgasm, opened her mouth to scream, but Catelyn swiftly silenced her, pressing her hand firmly over the girl's lips.
"Leave," Catelyn ordered, her voice low and dangerous. "And not a word of this to anyone."
The girl's eyes widened in fear, and she nodded quickly, gathering her clothes and fleeing the room without a backward glance. Catelyn turned to face Maekar, her eyes burning with lust.
Maekar stared at her in shock, his mouth slightly agape. "Lady Stark," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"
Catelyn did not answer. Instead, she stepped closer, her gaze locked onto his, her breath coming in quick, Stifled gasps . She reached out, her hands gripping the front of his tunic, and pulled him into a fierce, passionate kiss.
Maekar was taken aback, his body tensing in surprise. But as Catelyn's lips pressed against his, her tongue seeking entrance, he found himself unable to resist. His hands came up to grip her shoulders, his mouth opening to hers, their tongues clashing in a dance of desire and need.
The kiss was raw and passionate, a release of all the pent-up emotions and longings that had been building within her. She poured all of her frustration, her anger, her desire into that kiss, her body pressing against his, her hands roaming over his chest, his shoulders, his back.
When Maekar finally broke the kiss, his breath came in quick gasps from shock of what happened. "My lady, we can't," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "This is wrong."
Catelyn shook her head, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, we can," she said, her voice steady and sure. She stepped back, her hands moving to the laces of her gown, her fingers deftly untying them. She let the gown fall to the floor, revealing her nude form to Maekar's hungry gaze.
Her large breasts were full and round, their weight a pleasing sensation as she stood before him, her nipples hardening under his gaze. Her hips flared sensuously, leading to a large, shapely ass that begged to be touched. Her red hair cascaded down her back in waves, and a neatly trimmed patch of red hair adorned her mound. Her stomach was flat, stretch marks that criss crossed her skin, a reminder of the three children she had borne. Her cunt was wet and swollen, her desire evident in the glistening folds that beckoned to him, inviting him to explore, to possess.
Maekar's eyes roamed over her body, his gaze hungry. His previous reservations melted away, replaced by a burning need, a desire that could not be denied.
Catelyn stepped closer to Maekar, her body pressing against his, her lips seeking his once more. This time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate. When she broke the kiss, her eyes met his, her gaze steady and sure.
"I want you to do the same thing to me," she said, her voice a husky whisper. "I want you to make me feel what she felt."
Maekar nodded, his eyes darkening with desire. Catelyn lay down on the bed, her body trembling with anticipation as she spread her legs, opening herself up to him completely. Maekar knelt between her thighs, his breath hot on her skin as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above her cunt.
He started slowly, blowing softly on her sensitive flesh, making her shiver with the new and unfamiliar sensation. Maekar's breath teased her, his lips brushing against her softly, his tongue flicking out to taste her.
Catelyn moaned, her hips bucking as Maekar's tongue traced the folds of her cunt, his lips sucking and teasing her sensitive flesh. He took his time, his movements slow and deliberate, his tongue exploring every inch of her, every place that had been neglected for so long.
He found her clit, that sensitive bud that throbbed with need and desire. He circled it with his tongue, flicking and teasing it, drawing a gasp of pleasure from deep within her. His fingers joined his mouth, spreading her open, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze, his eager tongue.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, his lips closing around it, his tongue flicking and teasing it, driving her higher and higher with each skilled movement. Catelyn's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she chased her pleasure, her hips bucking against his mouth, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her.
“Oh gods…” she moaned.
Maekar's tongue delved deep inside her, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes, his lips and tongue working in tandem to drive her wild with desire. He licked and sucked her, his fingers playing with her clit, rubbing and circling it, adding to the overwhelming sensations that consumed her.
As his tongue continued to work its magic, Maekar slid a finger inside her, his digit curling upward to stroke that sensitive spot deep within her. Catelyn gasped, her body tensing as a new wave of pleasure washed over her. He began to finger-fuck her, his movements slow and deliberate, his finger sliding in and out of her in rhythm with his tongue.
Catelyn's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she chased her pleasure, her hips bucking against his mouth, his hand, her body aching for release.
Maekar's pace quickened, his finger moving faster, his tongue lashing against her clit with quick, firm strokes. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his lips closing around it, his tongue flicking and teasing it, as his finger fucked her with swift, powerful thrusts.
Catelyn's body tensed, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps as she neared the peak of her pleasure. Maekar's mouth and hand were relentless, his tongue and finger driving her higher and higher, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
"Oh, gods," she gasped, her voice a breathless moan. "Maekar... I'm... I'm so close..."
Catelyn's body convulsed, her hips bucking against Maekar's mouth and hand as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. "Yes!" she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy. "Oh, gods, yes! Maekar... don't stop... please..."
Her inner walls clenched around his finger, her clit throbbing against his tongue, her body shaking with the intensity of her release. She gripped the sheets beneath her, her knuckles turning white as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
Maekar continued to lick and suck her, his finger slowing its pace, his mouth gentle now, coaxing every last wave of pleasure from her trembling body. He looked up at her, his lips glistening with her juices, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
"You taste incredible, my lady," he said, his voice a low, husky growl. "I could feast on you all night."
Catelyn looked at him with a tired smile. Her chest heaved with each breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to regain her composure. She was speechless, her mind a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, her body still tingling with the intensity of her release but she quickly became alert as she heard a soft sound outside the door.
Her eyes widened in panic, and she quickly pushed herself up from the bed. Maekar, equally startled, jumped to his feet, his eyes scanning the room for his tunic.
"Quickly," Catelyn whispered urgently as she hurriedly gathered her clothes, pulling her gown over her head.
Just as Catelyn finished dressing, there was another knock at the door, but this time it was pushed open to reveal Sansa standing in the dimly lit corridor, her eyes wide with concern.
"Mother?" Sansa asked softly, her voice uncertain. "I heard strange noises..." She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she began to realize that her mother was in her cousin’s chambers. "What are you doing here?"
Catelyn forced a smile, her heart still racing as she stepped out into the corridor . "Sansa, my dear," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "I was just talking with Maekar. You must have heard noises in your dreams. Come, I'll put you back to bed."
Sansa's eyes flicked from her mother to Maekar, a frown creasing her brow. "But Mother, I thought I heard—"
Catelyn cut her off gently, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "It was just a dream, Sansa. Sometimes our minds play tricks on us. Come, let's get you back to your chambers."
Before closing the door completely, Catelyn turned to look at Maekar. Their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. She conveyed with a glance that this was not over.
They walked to Sansa's chambers, and Catelyn sat by her bed as Sansa climbed in. Sansa's expression changed as she studied her mother's face.
"Mother, your face is all red," Sansa said softly, her voice tinged with worry. "Are you feeling alright?"
Catelyn's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing for an explanation. She forced a smile. "I'm fine, my dear," she said. "I was just... it's warm in here, that's all. Nothing to worry about."
Sansa's frown deepened, her eyes searching her mother's face. "But Mother, it's not warm here. It's actually quite cool. Are you sure you're not ill?"
Catelyn's smile wavered, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm sure, Sansa," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "I was just talking with Maekar, and it was a... heated discussion. That's all. Now, close your eyes and get some sleep. You need your rest."
Sansa hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching her mother's face, but eventually, she nodded, accepting her mother's words.
Catelyn stood by her daughter's bedside for a moment longer, her heart heavy with the weight of her actions and the secrets she now carried. She knew that what she had done was wrong, that it was forbidden and dangerous, but she also knew she could not deny how alive she felt—like a new woman.
With a soft sigh, she turned and left her daughter's chambers, making her way back to her own. She would talk to Maekar tomorrow; she hoped he would be understanding.
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