- Mattias -
The kiss became a drowning tide. Catelyn surged against him, arching her back as she twisted in the water to deepen the connection, her lips parting wider, her tongue meeting his in a frantic, searching rhythm.
The taste of him flooded her senses clean river water mingling with the deeper, primal musk of his skin and the faint metallic hint of his sweat.
She felt utterly lost, adrift in the heat of his mouth, the firm pressure of his hands sliding down her arms to grip her hips, pulling her tighter against the rigid length of his arousal pressing into the small of her back.
Her mind dissolved into pure sensation: the cool rush against her legs, the shocking heat where their bodies fused, and the dizzying throb between her own thighs, echoing the insistent pulse she felt against her skin.
A low, ragged sound escaped her throat, vibrating into the kiss, a surrender to the hunger devouring her from within.
The sensation tore a gasp from Catelyn's throat, sudden, intimate, impossible to ignore.
Mattias's finger slid from behind, parting her folds with deliberate ease, the pad of his fingertip finding her swollen, sensitive bud and circling it with slow, maddening pressure.
"M-My lord," she choked out, her voice trembling against his mouth, her hips jerking involuntarily.
"Shh," Mattias murmured, his breath hot on her ear as he deepened the kiss, swallowing her protest. His finger continued its relentless rhythm, slick and sure, coaxing a sharp, liquid heat to pool low in her belly.
"Just enjoy it." His command was velvet-wrapped steel, leaving no room for denial. Her moan vibrated against his lips, her body arching helplessly into the touch, the cool river water forgotten beneath the searing tide of sensation he unleashed.
The world narrowed to the agonizing friction of his fingers plunging deep inside her slick channel, stretching and filling her in a relentless rhythm that stole her breath. His other hand kneaded her heavy breast, thumb scraping rough over her hardened nipple—each sharp pinch sending electric jolts straight to her core.
Catelyn cried out, her head falling back against his shoulder, her hips bucking wildly against his palm as he curled his fingers just so, finding that sweet, hidden spot that made her vision blur.
"Ahghaah~❤️ Oh Gods~❤️❤️," she gasped, her voice raw, the river's chill forgotten beneath the furnace heat consuming her—every thrust, every twist of his wrist dragging her closer to the edge.
"I have thought of little else but this since I first saw you," Mattias growled, his lips brushing her ear as his hands claimed the softness of her hips, her belly.
Catelyn gasped, her body arching against its will, her mind clouded by his touch and his devastating honesty.
He gripped her tighter, his voice thick with desire.
"Forget the simpering girls of court. This," he said, his hands roaming over the very parts of her that had borne children.
"This is a woman. This lushness, these hips made for a man to hold… You are a fantasy made flesh. To see you like this, to feel you… you are more beautiful than any dream I've ever had."
The climax tore through her like wildfire, a shuddering release that left her trembling against him, the river water cooling her flushed skin as her juices mingled with the current.
"More," she gasped against his mouth, her voice ragged and desperate, her hips grinding back against the hard ridge of his cock still trapped between them.
"Please, Mattias... I need you inside me." She felt his groan vibrate against her shoulder, his fingers tightening possessively on her hips as he shifted, his arousal slick and heavy against her slickened cleft.
"Are you ready to devote yourself to me? What about your late husband?"
Mattias tried to arouse her even more. He was never a fan of the Unholy NTR trinity, the Netorare, Netorase and Netori. Though, he likes Netori if the man is abusive and steals the girls from him.
Catelyn panting thinking about Eddard and looking at Mattias. She may have been like the brother of Eddard first before him but he did love Eddard and the children they were blessed with.
However, he has already been dead for three years and she has always been taught to choose a decision that benefits her and her family.
"I….I do love Eddard but he is already gone and I've already promised to give everything to you even my daughter's if it means to keep them safe."
Mattias saw how she is truly changed by all the tragedy that has fallen upon her. If she is the same Catelyn then she wouldn't easily act this way but now she is a woman who would do everything for her family.
"Don't trouble yourself, my lord. Enjoy my body to your hearts content and give me an Heir for the House of Tully."
Catelyn didn't hesitate. With a fluid twist in the water, she braced her hands against the slick, moss-dappled rocks bordering the riverbank, arching her spine until her hips tilted upward.
The cool stone kissed her palms as she deliberately spread her thighs, the swollen folds of her pussy glistening under the dappled sunlight, swaying her plump ass in a slow, deliberate invitation that made Mattias's breath hitch. Her wet curls clung to her skin, framing the flushed pinkness he craved.
"Take me," she breathed, the words thick with need.
A predatory smile curved Mattias's lips as he surged forward. His large hands closed possessively over the full, rounded globes of her ass, fingers digging deep into the yielding softness.
The sudden squeeze drew a sharp, wanton moan from Catelyn as he kneaded the flesh, thumbs pressing firmly into the dimples above her cheeks. He marveled at the heat radiating through her skin, the slickness coating his palms from her arousal mixed with river water, and the way her muscles clenched instinctively under his touch.
His thumbs traced the sensitive crease where her ass met her thigh, sending shivers up her spine, before sliding deliberately inward, grazing the swollen, slick entrance he intended to claim.
"If that is your wish my lady then what kind of man I am if I deny it."
He surged forward, the thick head of his cock pressing ruthlessly against her slick, swollen entrance.
Catelyn gasped, arching sharply against the mossy rock as he breached her, the blunt force stretching her sensitive folds wide.
A choked cry escaped her lips—part shock, part overwhelming relief—as he drove himself deep in one relentless thrust.
She felt him everywhere: the burning stretch of her walls yielding to his girth, the hard length plunging upward, filling her impossibly full, scraping deliciously against that tender spot deep inside.
Her inner muscles pulsed around him, instinctively gripping the invading heat, milking him as she felt the heavy, throbbing weight of him seated fully within her core. The cool water lapped uselessly against her thighs, utterly eclipsed by the searing, possessive fullness that pinned her against the stone.
"Fuuck, you're so fucking tight—how the hell after popping out kids? My cock's throbbing inside you, can't hold back."
Mattias grunted, his hips snapping forward again with brutal force.
"Clenching around me like a greedy little fist—sucking me deeper, aren't you?" The thick ridge of his cock dragged against her inner walls as he withdrew, leaving her hollow and trembling, before slamming back in to the hilt. The impact jolted her against the rocks, her slick cunt fluttering wildly around his shaft.
"*Mghhaaah~💞💖!!*" Catelyn's cry tore loose, sharp and ragged, her nails scraping moss as her hips bucked to meet his thrust.
"M-My lord~💖💞💓—*please*, don't stop—"
Mattias growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against Catelyn's shoulder as he withdrew his hand from her hip. His fingers, slick with her arousal and river water, slid possessively around her torso, capturing the heavy swell of her breast.
He squeezed hard, the soft flesh yielding under his palm, his thumb scraping rough over her pebbled nipple—a sharp, electric jolt that arched her back further.
Her gasp was swallowed as he yanked her head back, his mouth crashing down on hers in a fierce, claiming kiss.
The taste flooded her—brine, sweat, and the raw tang of lust—as his tongue plunged deep, mirroring the ruthless rhythm of his hips driving into her slick heat.
"Hghhaammhaph~💞💖 💗 Haa…ahghhghaah~💗💖💞! Mhppah~💞💖"
She moaned into his mouth, the vibrations humming against his lips while her cunt clenched tighter around his cock, milking him with each desperate pulse as he pinned her between the rock and his relentless thrusts.
Mattias groaned into her mouth, a harsh, guttural sound swallowed by her lips as he abandoned restraint. His hips pistoned faster, harder—each brutal plunge hammered his pubic bone into the soft flesh under her thighs and ass with jarring force, driving him impossibly deeper.
He surged against her with his entire weight now, crashing into her slick, yielding cunt like a battering ram.
Catelyn cried out against his tongue, her body pinned and rocked violently against the mossy stone—each savage thrust sent a shockwave through her hips, her spine, her very bones.
The wet slap of his heavy balls against her ass punctuated every plunge, a lewd, rhythmic counterpoint to the slick squelch of her stretched pussy taking him.
Her inner walls convulsed wildly around the invading thickness, overwhelmed by the raw, primal force tearing her open, filling her beyond thought as the river water churned uselessly around their locked bodies.
The wet sounds of their sex echoed in that tent. There was no doubt the soldiers outside were able to hear it all if they were near the camp. But neither Mattias nor Catelyn seemed to be bothered, as they simply drowned in each other.
The sensation tore through her—a sudden, blinding detonation deep in her core.
"Ah, oh… Mattias!" Catelyn's blue eyes flew wide, her mouth slackening in a silent scream. Mattias seized the opening, plunging his tongue deep into her heat as if claiming her very breath.
Her climax crested violently; inner muscles clenched in frantic, convulsive spasms around his driving cock—a desperate, fluttering vise that fought against each brutal thrust. The conflicting rhythms—her pulsing grip trying to hold him still while he hammered deeper—sent liquid fire lancing through her nerves.
Her thighs trembled wildly, toes curling against slippery riverbed stones as the orgasm ripped a raw, guttural sob from her throat, muffled only by his mouth devouring hers.
Mattias growled against her lips, the vibration like thunder in her chest as he felt her inner walls clamp down in frantic, fluttering spasms around his shaft.
"Fucking seven hell, you're tight," he rasped, the words swallowed by her mouth as his hips pistoned harder, deeper. The force drove her hips up higher, spreading her legs impossibly wide against the slick rock.
Her back arched sharply under his crushing weight, the small of her spine pressing into the moss.
With a rough groan, he broke the kiss, his hand sliding down her trembling thigh. He gripped her calf, hauling her leg up high against his hip in a single, brutal motion.
The sudden shift wrenched a sharp cry from Catelyn as he pivoted, driving her sideways against the riverbank while still buried deep within her quivering cunt.
Water surged around them as he slammed into her, his mouth crashing back onto hers possessively.
His cock plunged relentlessly upward inside her newly angled channel, the thick ridge scraping her deepest spot with every savage thrust while the river's chill lapped uselessly at their fevered skin.
Mattias froze deep inside her, buried to the hilt. A guttural groan tore from his throat as his hips jerked violently against her ass, pinning her flush against the moss-slick stone. Rope after rope of thick, scalding seed pulsed from his throbbing cockhead, flooding her deepest recesses.
"Ghh—!" The release shuddered through him—not frantic, but profound, a slow-motion detonation that left his limbs trembling as he rode it like drifting on a sun-warmed current.
His hips made tiny, shallow thrusts, milking every last drop into her womb, each gentle nudge coaxing another thick spurt until her fluttering walls finally stilled.
Only then did he still, breath ragged against her neck, his seed already pooling hot and heavy within her.
But he still pumped a few thrusts, coating his cock in his cream and finally sliding out. As he kept his hand on her thighs as she let out heavy pants.
Catelyn gasped as Mattias flipped her onto her back atop the mossy bank, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist while his seed still pulsed hot within her womb. The sudden shift tore a ragged
"Hghaah~! M-My lord!?" from her throat as he hauled her hips upward, pinning her shoulders to the damp earth. Before she could recover, he slammed back into her slick, swollen depths—already impossibly stretched and tender—with a single, brutal thrust that stole her breath.
"Don't expect it to be over," he growled against her ear, his hips already pistoning into her oversensitive cunt with savage rhythm.
"I'm a young man, Catelyn." The thick ridge of his cock scraped raw nerves as he plunged deeper, her inner walls clenching weakly around his renewed hardness.
"I'm not stopping until you can't move anymore." Water dripped from his chest onto her flushed skin as he drove her relentlessly into the mud, claiming her anew with every pounding surge that echoed the river's current.