A Lesson in Courtesy

As she held the indescribable object in her hand, which slowly moved up and down on it, her mind once again fled to the past. She remembered the Brax suitor, who had a wet patch in front of his breeches the moment his eyes rested on her breasts. She remembered her wedding night, where she had to strain her eyes hard to see Ned's manhood. She remembered all her nights of lovemaking with Ned, where she always politely made the necessary sounds taught by her young bedmaids so that her husband's pride would not be wounded. She was sure that any... actions with the prince would not need falsely polite moans.

A sharp smell shook Catelyn away from her daze. She realized that not only was she slowly stroking Lyonel's manhood, but it was slowly getting closer and closer to her face, where her mouth was still hung open with shock.

Lyonel was grinning down at Catelyn. She seemed to have gone numb after seeing his dick (just like his mother, he recalled) and was making no moves as it got closer and closer to her open mouth. Lyonel was sure he was about to get a blowjob from the lady of Winterfell when she suddenly stood up. "I must go."

"My lady, what -"

"I... I don't know what came over me," Catelyn said. She was doing her best to not stare at his dick, Lyonel noticed. "I must go. I came here to teach you a lesson in courtesy, but in the end it was me who acted with most discourtesy ."

"Lady Stark," Lyonel spoke. His calm, confident voice cut through the confusion of Catelyn's mind filling it with thoughts entirely about him. "Leaving me in such a state would be the truly impolite act."

"I have a - a husband," Catelyn said shakily. She had lost her battle of wills, and was staring openly at Lyonel's dick, licking her lips subconsciously. "I cannot wrong him."

"And yet mere moments ago, you were sitting in the bed of a much younger man, stroking his manhood while planning to put it into your mouth."

Catelyn's face was the same shade as her hair. "That was different! I... I..."

"It does not matter." He said, coming closer to her. His voice was gentle now, and as warm as a Southern breeze. "You came here to teach me a lesson, my lady. So teach me. Teach me how a proper highborn lady politely serves her prince." Their faces were almost touching now. Furthermore, his manhood had pressed against the entire length of her stomach, its base near her navel, its tip comfortably nestled between her breasts. Even through three layers of clothing she felt its weight, its heat.

May Mother have mercy on me, I can't resist it any longer. Catelyn thought. She met the prince's playful black eyes with her own determined ones. For at least once in her lifetime, Catelyn would not do her duty, but the thing that would make her happy. "What should I do?" she asked. The four words sent a shiver down her body.

"Well, as you can see, I'm very much naked. It seems so impolite that you are wearing so much clothes, yes?"

Catelyn nodded and started unfastening her fur cloak under Lyonel's watchful, hungry eyes. He was pleased when the wolf's head pin fell to the floor with a loud clang, along with the cloak. Finally he was able to see the Stark matriarch without all those pesky furs, and he was not disappointed with the shapely figure that met his eyes.

After she removed the cloak however, there was an awkward silence. Lyonel was about to think that Catelyn had lost her nerves when he realized what the problem was. "Let me help you with those laces, Lady Stark," he said, offering to do the job usually reserved for a lady's handmaiden.

Lyonel once again stepped very close to Catelyn. Taking her by the shoulders, he gently turned her away. He took her thick auburn hair in his hand and flipped it over her shoulder, and then kissed her exposed neck. By now Catelyn had stopped trying to suppress her moans, and moan she did as she finally received the attention that been neglected to her for the past few decades. Meanwhile, Lyonel's fingers deftly moved around the laces at the back of her gown, going from the base of her neck to the end of her waist. And Catelyn made no objections of his dick resting between her buttocks the entire time.

Once the final lace was untied, Lyonel put his hands around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder. "All done, Cat," he whispered into her ear. Before stepping back, Lyonel put a hand inside her gown, which still hung off her shoulders, and gave a hard squeeze to her left buttock.

Lyonel stepped back, grinning. When Catelyn turned back as well, he saw how much she was horny too, red-faced and breathing heavily. She quickly shrugged the dress off, leaving her only in her smallclothes. They looked almost the same as her gown, except for being plain white, unadorned and much lighter. Catelyn took it by the hem and lifted it off her shoulders, leaving her as naked as her nameday. Lyonel gawped.

Catelyn Tully was a tall, slender woman with big... features. Heavy white breasts hung off the red haired MILF, topped by wide pink nipples. If he was back in his original world, Lyonel would have described them as 'monster tits.' She had wide hips, but a surprisingly flat stomach for a woman who has borne five children. And in the space between her long, shapely legs, a small bush of red hair grew. Lyonel gulped.

He really wants me! Catelyn thought to herself delightfully. Those weren't just empty words and false compliments. He truly desires me, as a man does a woman. He-

Whatever Catelyn wished to think next, died in her mind as she found herself preoccupied. Lyonel rushed into her, wrapping his arms around her waist as his mouth found hers. She opened her mouth, warmly welcoming Lyonel's invading, domineering tongue. One of his hands found her breasts, which he stroked and pinched, giving hard tugs to her already hardened nipples. Another one of his hands snaked between her legs, and a finger slowly stroking her nether lips.

Catelyn gasped, but reluctantly and gently pushed his hand aside. "Don't, please. I cannot."

Lyonel raised an eyebrow as a smile tugged the corner of his mouth. "You cannot... for now?

Catelyn blushed harder still, but was able to reply in a steady voice. "For now."

Lyonel looked at the smitten older woman in front of him. Could he get her to open her legs today? Definitely. But he didn't want to push her. Also the hour to the feast was soon approaching, and if people started searching for them, that would be a big problem. And so instead, he put his arms around Catelyn's waste. He knew exactly what to say. This might be the first time Lyonel met Catelyn Stark, but he has read the books a hundred times, and knew her, maybe more than she knew herself. "Just so my lady," Lyonel said. "This is about you. About what you want. I'm here at your pleasure."

"Then... what should I do?" Catelyn asked.

Lyonel chuckled. "I just told you. Whatever you want."

Catelyn's eyes once more fell upon Lyonel's almost unreal dick. She licked her lips unconsciously.

"Do you want to suck my dick? Is that it?" Lyonel asked.

Catelyn nearly slapped him. "Of course not. Do you take me for a common whore?"

"Then pray tell me what the both of us are doing here, naked, since we have already agreed that you will not be bedded today?"

"I... I..."

"Oh Cat. Don't you see what you have here? Freedom. Freedom to do not what the men in your life wants you to do, but what you want to do." Lyonel took her head in both hands and kissed her brow. "And I swear by the gods that I will not judge you. Now, what do you want?"

"I... want to pleasure you with my mouth." Catelyn said.

Not the way Lyonel would have phrased it, but just hearing such words coming out of the proud Stark made his cock twinge. "Like what?"

"I want to suck your cock like I'm some back alley Sally." Catelyn snapped. "Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you happy now?"

"No. You are the one who's happy now."

And as Catelyn sank down to her knees, she realized how true it was. She had never felt so accepted, so whole, her entire life. But all those thoughts fled her mind when she once again faced Lyonel's enormous manhood.

Lyonel grinned as Catelyn's fingers wrapped around his cock and as it began to move up and down. And when Catelyn struck her tongue out and gave his tip a small lick, he groaned. Not just at the treatment he was getting, but at the realization that he had made the proud wife of Eddard Stark suck his cock just after less than an hour of talking.

Meanwhile, Catelyn was on a surreal journey, trying to discover every inch of Lyonel's cock. When she pleasured Ned with her mouth, his entire manhood disappears inside her mouth. Seeing how Lyonel would compare, Catelyn tried to push her mouth as far down his cock as she could, eyes bulging, red faced, her spit splattering on her own breasts, but she could only go half way through his cock. It was then when she noticed his balls. Her eyes became even more wider.

Lyonel groaned yet again when Catelyn started fondling his balls. Her dainty hands could not even hold a single nut at a time. Catelyn stopped sucking his cock, taking a deep breath as strings of saliva from her mouth splattered all over her body. Then, using both her hands on his cock, she pressed her face against his balls, her tongue going in all directions.

That was the final straw for Lyonel. Taking fistfuls of Catelyn's red hair, Lyonel started pushing as far down as he could down her throat. His cum filled balls slapped Catelyn in the face, but it just made her wetter. And then he came. Thick white liquid, filled the lady's mouth. But it was too much, and splattered onto her breasts, and then the floor.

Catelyn gagged. The prince's seed was the best thing that had ever been in her mouth, but she was not even remotely ready for the sheer quantity to it. Whenever Ned was done with his lovemaking he would eject a small puddle or two of near transparent liquid. But she supposed it was natural for a man with an extraordinarily large cock and balls to give out so much cum. Even as she swallowed the thick juice, she wondered how good it would be to have it in her womb.

Lyonel sat down on his bed. When he looked over, Catelyn was staring forlornly at the cum on her breasts.

"Do it Cat." Lyonel said, panting. "If you want to. As I said, no judgement.

The Lady of Winterfell hesitated for a moment, before picking up a heavy breast and licking the cum off it in a very methodical and a lady-like manner, red faced knowing that her lover was looking with rapt attention. Five children had drunk milk from her breasts, and now she was using them to drink a man's seed. "Like a cat eating cream." Lyonel noted, grinning.

He stood up and walked over the fallen pile of Catelyn's clothes. He bent down and picked up the wolf's head brooch. "May I keep this Lady Stark? As a reminder of what happened tonight?"

"Why?" Catelyn asked smiling as she stood up unsteadily. "Will you forget what we did tonight, my prince?"

Lyonel was surprised by her teasing reply. But she seemed very comfortable with herself after finally admitting her repressed side. And much happier.

"Of course not, my lady. But it would be nice to have a physical reminder."

Catelyn nodded, while wistfully looking around the room. "Yes, it would be nice."

"Do you want a reminder too, Cat?"

"That would be most gracious, my prince."

Lyonel smiled. Bending down to pick her smallclothes, he handed over the light white gown. "Mop up my c- seed with it."

"What?"

"Do it."

Catelyn delicately raised a red eyebrow, but what' the point in arguing with him? And she really was curious to see what happens next. So, going down on her knees once more, Catelyn wiped away all the seed with her own smallclothes, her face unnecessarily close to the floor to at least take a whiff of his seed, while lamenting about how much of it had gone to waste.

She stood up again.

"Wear it."

Wordlessly, Catelyn put on her smallclothes. Once she was done, wet patches of it clung to her skin, and the smell was intoxicating. But the look of lust Lyonel gave her was better than all of that.

"Good." he said. "You'll be wearing that under your normal clothes at the feast."

The scandalous nature of the idea made her breath hitch and her lower regions even more wet. "But... my prince.. the people... the smell"

"All the people would be drunk. And there'll be so much food, so many people, no one would smell this. And even if they did, who would suspect you of doing such a thing? Except for the person who knows that you are a slut that is."

When Catelyn shivered, Lyonel knew she was his.

Smiling, Lyonel watched as Catelyn left his room, her walk a bit awkward with the literal cum rag she was wearing. Once the door was closed, he looked at his palm, where the wolf's head brooch rested. What an apt symbol for his conquest. Lyonel wondered how many other pins of how many other houses he would have once he was done with this world.