Continue fucking Catelyn

You strengthen your grip on her hair and neck, bringing her up to you so that your nose to nose, face to face.

"If you're my whore, you'll be fucked as I wish it."

You **** your dick from her tunnel and manhandle her to her feet before pushing her across the room to the open window. You **** her head over the windowsill and look down on the grounds beneath. In the distance, you can make out Robb and Theon in the training grounds. Eddard Stark isn't in view, but on the far side of the training ground you can make out Arya, your little sister, sat patiently watching the boys train.

You pull Catelyn's dress up as she stops resisting. You can see her gaze linger on her daughter as your enter your mother from behind. The matriarch of the Stark family begins to be ravished as she looks on at two of the children that fell from her womb.

"Fuck me, bastard."

You plough into her from behind, time and time again, and feel her shudder beneath you as she comes. She moans, but the moan is simply carried away by the wind. You are slick with sweat, and you tear at Catelyn's dress, revealing her tit once again as you mash it between your fingers.

She recites her new mantra over and over again, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, bastard."

The moist sound of forceful, aggressive sex fills the room. Your balls slap against her clit and she comes again as you drive yourself deeper against her womb. Her legs go limp, but you **** her harder against the window sill to support her weight. If any of the household were to look up and behind them, they would see Catelyn Stark, face in rapture as her bastard 'son' fucks into her cunt, causing her more pleasure than she has felt in years.