"Oh, my Cat!" Robert wrapped his arms around her waist and crushed her lips again with absolute need.
Catelyn's hands went to the knot of her fur cloak and tugged, almost feeling like she couldn't do it fast enough, no longer waiting to be undressed. The thick folds fell off her shoulders, pooling around the chair like fallen snow, revealing the cling of her gown underneath. A deep red, regal thing that draped off her shoulders and hugged her body like it had been stitched by hand for her alone.
The color deepened her skin's glow, her pale collarbones glinting in the candlelight. The fabric dipped just low enough to tease the swell of her breasts, ripe and full beneath the tight-fitting middle.
Robert's breath paused in awe. His hands moved fast, roughly, pushing her gown down from her shoulders with little care for gentleness. The layered fabric slid past her arms, slipping off like it had never belonged there.
And then they were free, those famed, luscious tits.
His eyes widened. His mouth opened. He stopped kissing her and dove straight in, still kneeling, burying his face between her breasts.
"Mmm-Ooooh!" Catelyn gasped, fingers clutching at his thick hair as he suckled her nipple into his mouth, his stubble scraping her skin like the prickle of lust and sin. That ache bloomed right between her thighs.
Ned used to do that. It was his way of showing love. Worshiping her as if her body were a temple, devoting time to every inch of skin. But this time… it was rougher, greedier. Robert's wildness still pulsed under the surface. His mouth latched hard, hungry, lips tugging and pulling at her swollen peaks.
He groped her tits, squeezing, kneading, molding them in both hands, as if to test whether they were real or another dream. So full and firm. Her body had changed with motherhood, but her breasts were still glorious, flawless to him. His fingers slid under their weight, his tongue flicking her nipple until she trembled.
Then Robert drew back. His mouth glistened. His heart thumped like the gallop of a warhorse before battle. Without a word, he stood tall, so tall she had to tilt her head to keep eye contact. He took her hand and tugged her up with a firm grip.
She followed without resistance, rising from the chair, and without shame, pushed her gown the rest of the way down her hips. The cloth fell around her ankles like a tempting whisper.
She stood bare before him. A goddess of womanhood, the kind men painted into legends. Her body was mature but breathtaking. Her breasts were large, full, with just the right weight to them, still perky enough to bounce with every breath. Her hips were wide, full of power and softness, shaped by childbirth and horse riding. Her belly had a gentle swell, soft and natural, only making her waist seem narrower. Her thighs were thick and womanly.
Age had touched her face, but only like the gentle sweep of an artist's brush. Fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but they did nothing to dull her beauty. If anything, they gave her more presence. She was no maiden; she was a woman, his woman.
Their mouths crashed again. Her bare breasts flattened against his tunic, and she didn't care that it scratched her. She moaned into his mouth, losing her breath in their kiss.
Then he pulled away and looked into her shimmering eyes. "I'm home… Cat."
He tore off his own clothes without ceremony, throwing them to the floor, piece after piece, until he was naked. He pulled her back into a kiss, body against body, her tits pressed into his hairy chest.
She willingly grabs his massive cock and starts stroking it, while his hands spread and massage her luxurious ass behind, and kissed her lips like a hungry man, digging with his tongue.
He was tall for her, taller than Ned ever was. Standing more than a head higher, he had full control over her body. And she didn't seem to mind.
Then he pushed her back on the bed until she fell, barely containing the hunger.
Her spine bounced into the softness of the bedding. The room spun around her, the firelight painting her fair skin in gold. Her hair sprawled out around her like a fan of red flame, her swells bouncing lightly with the fall, catching his gaze.
Robert climbed up without hesitation, crawling between her spread thighs, his breath already heavy. His eyes landed between her legs.
And there it was. That glorious, well-bred core. Rosy and glistening, flushed from arousal, parted ever so slightly. Still as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on her, still ripe and wet with the heat of longing.
He leaned in, lips pressing against her thick inner thighs, kissing slowly, dragging his tongue along the soft flesh. His mouth left wet trails as he traveled lower, each kiss closer to her heated core, each lick making her thighs twitch.
Then he found her core, the center of her heat. His mouth met her pussy lips, and he didn't hesitate. He dove into her pool like a man dying of thirst. The flat of his tongue spread her open, swirling over her folds with maddening circles, coaxing the slickness out of her body. With long strokes, his tongue swept through her slit, spreading her apart, tasting her, groaning low in his throat.
Her swollen bean wasn't spared either. He wrapped his lips around it and suckled greedily, tugging and teasing it between wet flicks. His beard scratched her thighs, tickling like the sin of temptation.
"Ooooh!" Catelyn cried out, her back arching on the bed as sparks danced up her spine. Her legs quivered, thighs trying to close but held apart by the sheer width of his shoulders.
She knew that touch, that attention. That was his tongue, that was Ned, worshiping her body just the same. And yet now, it was stronger, rougher, greedier. She could hear it; hear how wet she was, the squelch of his mouth, the wet slaps of his tongue teasing her pulsing pussy.
His tongue dragged over her slit again and again, flicking her clit before plunging lower to tongue-fuck her entrance, lapping at her juices like he wanted to drink her dry. He didn't stop. Not until her back arched, her thighs clamping around his head, her entire body buzzing with pleasure.
With a small reluctant gasp from her lips, he let go. His tongue left the scorching heat that twitched endlessly for him.
"I'll… enter… Cat." He said as he looked up, just loud enough to be heard. He could barely speak from how hard his cock throbbed. The flushed cockhead felt heavy, twitching as he hovered over her.
"Please… Ned, make me feel whole again… Oh—Gods!!"
Her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. Her legs fell open again. She could feel him between them, felt the hot head of his throbbing cock nudging at her soaked lower lips. Her belly fluttered with nerves and lust. His swollen tip spread her pussy lips slowly, demanding space, and she felt her petals splayed wide. He was stretching her already, and he hadn't even pushed in.
The first push warned her just how thick he really was. Her pussy clenched down, struggling to let him in.
"Ughh…" She whimpered as the tip entered her. The thick, stinging stretch of it made her toes curl. She felt it, every vein, every ridge. Her cunt clung to him like it had a mind of its own. But she wanted it. She wanted him. Wanted to take her Ned back.
Robert looked down at her. Her tits were flattened, wide from gravity, rippling with each shift. Her hair was a mess of red around her, her lips parted, her deep, shimmering eyes reflecting his image.
He looked further down. Her flushed petals were stretched wide around his cock, parting slowly like an overstuffed sheath trying to take a sword too big for it. His cock sank in deeper, inch by inch, and her hands gripped the sheets tighter.
He started to move. His hips rolled forward, groaning as he felt her walls wrap around his cock. Inch by inch. His cock met resistance, her cunt tight around him, unused to such sheer size.
"Oooh… fuck… Seven above… Ned!" she panted, clawing at the sheets. "You're… you're splitting me!"
He gritted his teeth and kept moving, feeding her more cock with every plunge. Her pussy clung to him. He hadn't even bottomed out, but it already felt like her cunt was molded to his size now. Each thrust buried more of him in, and he groaned louder, like a wild animal.
Her heat swallowed him greedily, pulling him in, hot and desperate. She whimpered louder, legs trembling as the stretch deepened. Her hips lifted off the bed, chasing the thrust. "Yes… Yes! Harder! … I need it!"
As he slowly shifted higher on top of her, her legs started to tremble, forced open so wide they started to ache. She couldn't hold them apart anymore, so she lifted them. Using both hands to pull her legs up until her knees pressed against her own tits. Her breasts smushed up between them, forming a soft, glorious valley that swayed like a mirage.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The wet smack of flesh echoed around them. The bed creaked violently, struggling under the force of his thrusts.
Her head lifted and she looked down, her thin lips falling open at the sight of his cock drilling down into her stretched slit. She couldn't believe it fit, couldn't believe she was taking it. And yet she was, drowning in the stuffed feeling, filled to the brim with his relentless, throbbing hardness.
"Ned! Fuck! Gods…yes! So deep–you're… you're going to shatter my womb!"
She looked up at him, eyes wide. It felt wrong. It looked like Robert, but it was Ned. Her body knew him.
Robert braced himself, palms pressing down on the undersides of her thighs, pinning them to her chest. He leaned forward, bending the stunning, mother of five in half. His own thighs locked her in place. He was almost sitting on her flawless ass now, his cock driving downward, ramming into her like a jackhammer.
Her ass bounced with every thrust, smacking against his hips with messy squelches. Her tits swayed freely left and right against her legs. The pressure was mind-numbing.
"MMmmmh… Ah, Ah… Yes, I'm coming… Oh, Ned!"
Her whole body locked up, spasming under him as her orgasm tore through her. Her toes curled high in the air. Her mouth fell open in a silent, body-seizing cry of deliverance, her eyes rolling back. Her pussy clenched violently around his cock, and her juices gushed out in waves, soaking his shaft.
He rutted her like a starving beast, pounding into her with unrelenting, downward thrusts, no rhythm needed, just primal need. Again, and again, and again, pistoning deeper into her welcoming, blooming flesh.
Her body bounced under him, breasts thrashing against her own folded knees, her breath reduced to wild, raw moans. Her cunt clung to him with soaked twitches, stretched, abused.
And then, with a final groan, it happened.
He plunged in deep and spilled himself as if molten flood, claiming his marital right. His cock jerked inside her, twitching with pulse after pulse of hot, potent cream. It filled her completely, the pressure so dizzying his vision almost went dark. But he kept going, not from his demanding lust, not from his relentless want, he just couldn't. His body just never wanted to stop, not now, and maybe not ever.
Her pussy tried to hold it in, but it was too much. Thick globs of cream burst out around the tight seal of her cunt, spitting past her folds with every brutal, ramming thrust, squelching out like a boot stomping in a deep, wet puddle.
He kept fucking her through it, slamming into her from above, and with every thrust, more cum spilled out in frothy bubbles. It coated the rim of her ruined noble pussy, white and messy, rolling down the sweet curve of her ass. Her stretched hole looked obscene, red and ruined, her creamy juices soaking the sheets below.
Despite birthing five children, she felt like a newlywed again, shocked by the stretch, high on the tight ache. She wasn't prepared for him. Not this version of him. He was thicker, longer, and brutish in size. Every drag of his cock scraped the walls of her deepest parts and churned the cream inside her. Every plunge introduced her to a new kind of sensation and euphoria.
"Gkh…!" He grunted louder and drove deeper still, splitting her open as if he were possessed.
Her pussy desperately sucked him back in, plunging her into cloud nine all over again.
"Aaaahhh! Oh, Ned! NED!" she cried out, her legs twitching against his shoulders, another punishing climax ripping through her. Her belly quivered, cunt clamping, her whole body spasming with release. Her mouth fell open again, and her juices sprayed out, slick, warm, and soaking his cock thoroughly.
"Oh, Cat… My love… I… I longed for you…" Robert declared.
He finally let go of her legs and let them fall, not pulling out, not even for a second. He collapsed down on top of her, burying his face in her neck, kissing the sweat-slick skin there as he lay inside her. His arms wrapped around her like he never wanted to let go again, holding her as if afraid she'd disappear, and rolled a bit to the side, easing her from his giant-like weight.
She adjusted her body, rolling slightly with him, face to face, one leg draping lazily across his waist, her other leg stretched straight along the sheets. His cock was still inside her, still warm and hard, sliding gently within her soaked, sore, creamed pussy. She leaned her face in, kissing him again, lingering.
Relaxing side by side, face to face, his hips slowly moved, stroking her from the inside out in lazy thrusts. Her cunt squelched around him with every motion, pushing out more of their combined nectar with each shallow pump. The slick sounds filled the room, filthy and intimate.
His one hand slid up her raised leg, caressing its supple flesh like a treasure. His fingers climbed higher, gripping the soft globe of her ass. Then he brushed a finger along her back entrance, stroking the tight pucker playfully.
She gasped and giggled, kissing him harder.
"Gods, you still do that…" she whispered into his mouth.
It had always been his habit, Ned's habit. That sneaky stroke when he was buried deep inside her, teasing her star-shaped hole just to make her squirm.
She kissed him again, more desperate now. Her hand curled around his neck, the other lazily scratching his back with the tips of her nails, aimless scratches that sent a warm shiver through him.
His other arm slid under her head, thick fingers threading through her fiery hair, gripping it, tilting her head just the way he liked for deeper kisses. Their lips met again and again, tongues gliding, teeth grazing, mouths recklessly hungry.
She could feel it again. His cock moved slowly now, dragging out through her swollen folds before pushing back in. He filled her so full, she felt every throb, every twitch. Her walls squeezed him like the warm embrace of a long-lost lover.
His hand worshiped the curve of her waist, sliding up her dipping flank to knead one of her breasts, molding the soft swell as if reminding himself she was his. His other hand cradled her face, thumb stroking her cheek.
She stared into his eyes, full of lust and love. She couldn't look away.
Every slow thrust teased her from the inside, every kiss melted her bones, every thump in his chest felt on her bosom. Her cunt pulsed with each movement, drowning in the sensation, in him.
"Cat…" Robert muttered, looking into her dreamy eyes while he still throbbed and kept sliding in and out of her loving cunt. "After this madness… Join me… In the Red Keep. Robb's old enough to rule… I need you with me."
"Oh…" Catelyn kissed her lover and smiled. "I wish for nothing else. But Sansa… I must sort her."
"I'll find her a match."
"Why not you?" She still insisted.
Robert froze his thrusts for a moment, but resumed soon enough. "She… You know why."
"Bless her… This body holds Robert's seed. Just one last sacrifice, Ned. Give Sansa the title of a queen, and have her bear royal children. There is no greater blessing for her, my love. Just once or twice, all you have to do."
Did she…?
Robert suddenly thought of something. Did Catelyn fool him? Did she fake believing that he was Ned so she could sway him to accept Sansa? It felt possible. Catelyn was always willing to do anything for her family.
But did it even matter? He had Catelyn at last. He cherished her still and wanted her with all he had. She felt like a part of him. With her in his arms, he felt whole.
His hips rolled once more, more tender, but no less urgent. He pushed himself all the way in, burying his cock to the hilt, feeling her walls part for him one last time. Having bred that cunt so many times, he went for another.
Balls deep, he released it all. His body jolted as his cock erupted again, spurting a heavy, hot flood into her waiting womb. His fat rod throbbed wildly, gushing out like a fountain of virility, pumping his baby batter spray after spray.
"Ghk…" He grunted with each spurt, holding her hips against him, fingers sinking into her flesh as his seed poured into her, soaking deep inside where only he could reach.
He kissed her, hard, possessively. Their tongues clashing, moaning into each other's mouths. His hips rocked subtly under her, fucking his release deeper and deeper.
He didn't stop kissing her, didn't stop touching her. His arms circled her back and pulled her up on top of himself, hugging her curvy frame to his thick, powerful chest. He wanted to keep her right there, forever. Her cunt still snug around his cock, keeping him warm.
"Mmmmmh…"
Catelyn moaned with that breathy, slow-burning sound he loved. Her body trembled on top of his chest, his cock hilt deep resting inside, twitching. A different kind of climax bloomed inside her, thick as molten gold, slow. She twitched on him, fluttering around his calming cock.
She couldn't move. She just withered in his arms, her belly feeling heavy, her breath shallow, as if their combined release had lit a fire inside her. Her thighs shook gently, her body melting into his.
She pressed her face into his neck, breathing him in, clutching his shoulder like an anchor.
Taking deep breaths to calm himself, Robert finally rested his head back on the pillow and looked up at the ceiling. Stroking her back, he dragged his calloused fingers down her spine as his cock rested balls-deep, still buried in her, held in place by the warmth of her perfect body half draped over him.
"I'll… think about it… Cat."
He gave her the same answer he'd given Margaery about Myrcella. He wasn't sure, really. Myrcella and Sansa were both young and slender, clearly far from someone prepared to bear his fat babies.
But with a possible, magical battle incoming, he could put all those disturbing thoughts at the back of his mind.
"Please do, my love."
Quilt heavy on them, Catelyn stayed the entire night. Slept with him, her back draped with his hugging arms as he spooned her from behind.
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"Ah! Ah! Mm–Ooooooh! Ned… Oh, Ned!"
Outside the bedchamber, the moans were audible, alongside the wet claps. The two Kingsguards standing outside, Ser Barristan himself and Sandor Clegane right beside him, could hear it all.
Awkwardly, Ser Barristan looked at his fellow Kingsguard. "They are… Remembering Lord Stark."
Sandor grunted, shaking his head. "Very passionately."
Ser Barristan almost chuckled. "Our King is a gentle, loving man. He cares for the realm."
"Clearly, his love flows deep through cunts."
"..."
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Yes, yes, yes, yessss! Oh, Ned!"
Ser Barristan scratched his face and sighed. "You may go rest. I shall keep the watch tonight. Though truth be told, the King has little need of guards now."
Shrugging, Sandor just left.
With that, Ser Barristan stood there more cautiously. He wasn't afraid of an attack. No, he was afraid that someone might hear the noise. If Sansa or some other Stark cub heard their mother getting her insides rearranged, a mess would ensue.
But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel impressed.
His Grace sure is a remarkable man. Even the proud, widowed Lady Stark isn't spared.
Eventually, the moans ended, and some time passed.
Creak!
"Barristan." Robert appeared out of the bedchamber with suppressed steps. "Let's move."
Ser Barristan stared at the King's face, looking fresher than ever. He expected that the man would be tired after hours of bedding rituals.
"Don't…" Robert barked. "Don't ask me anything, Barristan."
"I wouldn't dare, Your Grace. I know well that a lady's needs weigh as heavily as a man's. The torches are prepared—let us be on our way."
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