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He and Catelyn had left the hot springs hours ago, dinner was over, and now Jon was in his room.
This afternoon, Jon had fucked Catelyn as he pleased, molded her to his liking, and officially tried her in every way.
He tasted every inch of his father's wife's body.
During the final moments of their encounter, something possessed Jon.
For a moment, he forgot everything and only wanted to devour Catelyn.
He devoured her, hungrily eating her cunt, and also devouring her beautiful ass as if Jon's life depended on it.
But that didn't matter now.
The strangest thing was that Catelyn had kissed him as if Jon were his father, or rather, she had kissed him as if Jon were her uncle Brandon.
That woman was still deeply in love with his uncle.
It wasn't as if he was jealous, but the truth was, he was surprised that someone could still be obsessed with another person after all these years, after having five children and a husband, a Stark.
Catelyn still believed that Brandon was the only man who truly deserved her body.
Not even his father had been allowed by her to have sex the way he had.
He could almost feel sorry for Eddard Stark, but there was a chance he could break Catelyn mentally, bring her to a point where she would be completely submissive to Jon.
Last night and this afternoon, it was demonstrated to Jon that Catelyn can go as far as you take her.
Perhaps one day he would fuck her in the Chapel of the Seven that Jon's father ordered to be built for Catelyn, in the godswood, and finally in the Lords' chamber. But that would be for another day; first he has to rest since tomorrow he was going to spend the afternoon with Sansa and Jeyne.
Jon had also been thinking about Bran's conversations.
He really enjoyed their game, asking Bran about past battles and situations where men in history had failed.
It was a game Jon and Robb had played since they were children.
They often imagined all the possibilities of lost wars and what they would have done in those men's place.
He himself was bothered by his own knowledge of how history has been different and in some cases during reading historic battles stories or any stuff,his mind would scream 'wrong'.
Also, his brother Bran had demonstrated his sword skills today.
He had had to attack him unexpectedly so that Bran would feel the fear of being attacked, as if it were a real fight, and amazingly, his brother responded very well.
But first, he needed to rest his mind and body; today had been very busy for him. That night, Jon had the same dream as always, the dream about his mother.
He dreamed of her so often that he could almost see her face.
She was beautiful, noble, and her eyes were kind, as in all his dreams.
Once again, Jon tried to focus his gaze on his mother.
He always struggled and fought to see her. Jon despaired at having his vision blurred in his dreams, making it impossible for him to see clearly.
With great effort, Jon tried to raise his hand to touch the face of that beautiful woman who was his mother, but it was impossible. His arms felt heavy, as if they were made of lead.
He could only watch as his mother's face is being shown in some weird box or rectangular like thing .
With a final effort to see her and raise his hand, Jon awoke abruptly from bed, sweat trickling down his forehead and his linen shirt soaked with it.
It seemed the effort he'd made in his sleep had taken its toll on him in real life.
He'd had the same dream again.
An entire moon had passed without him dreaming of his mother, but now lately it's coming again , seeing his mother's face inside some kind of cage or rectangular box , as soon as he tries to touch it , his hands become heavier and he will be tired.
It was an uncommon dream now that he was an adult, but as a child he'd had it almost daily, though the ending was always the same.
No matter how hard Jon tried to see her face, he always woke up before he could.
With a tired sigh, Jon got out of bed and washed his body in his sink.
The water was so cold it felt like pins piercing his face and chest.
When he finished rinsing his body, he proceeded to shave his face.
His beard had grown since he was six and ten, but he always tried to keep it as short as possible.
Today was his day off; he didn't have to teach Bran or help Ser Rodrick, so he would just wait for Sansa and Jeyne to come to him in the afternoon when Vayon Poole had left.
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