Heating up the North

With an unforseen strength Lyonel was dragged into the bedchamber, the ladies two hands firmly clawed into the rims of the princes collar. He had awoken something long dorment in the Stark matriarch and now he would have to deal with the consequences.

Catelyn had needed this, even though she hadn't known it before today. She had needed sex like a fish needs water and the wetness between her loins was a step in the right direction in both regards. Leaving her undergarnments behind was a spur of the moment, but if she had known how wet she'd get anticipating Lyonel, even her muddled mind might have insisted on wearing another layer. She could constantly feel how drenched the material was, as it clamped between her thights while she rubbed them together. But if what she was hoping for would come true, her dress would be the smallest mess the two of them produced tonight.

Lyonel put both his hands around Catelyns face and closed the door behind him with his foot.

"Someone is getting impatient, isn't she?", he looked down into her eyes.

Catelyn nestled her face in the hands craddling it, nodded and mumbled an affirmation.

"Say it."

"I am."

The prince took his left hand from her face and shifted the right one to angle her chin upward to face him. Their eyes met with a new intensity, there was a determination in Lyonels eyes that would have made Catelyn swoon if it didn't radiate disappointment at the same time.

"There is still such dignity in that, don't you think? "I am". That could be said by a cobblers daughter, a septa or even a lords wife. What I want from you", his left hand rushed down to spank Catelyn and then hold her asscheck in an iron grip, "is the reaction only a whore would give. The reaction of a woman, that sucks off a man half her age *hours* after meeting him."

He leaned down, bringing his mouth to her ear and hushed.

"That is the woman you really are, isn't it?"

From between Catelyns legs started a rumble that spread and set her whole body shaking in place.

"Damn right it is!", it burst from her lips.

"I am a needy, underfucked floozy! So **** for a fat piece of meat, that I jump the man my daughter is getting married to, as soon as he looks my way. You just have to give an old woman like me the faintest hint of interest and I'm willing to suck you off behind my husbands back."

"Only sucking me off?", Lyonel suppresses the amusement in his voice. He knew he was unleashing the base instincts in the formerly noble lady in front of him, but he wasn't aware she knew how explicit she would get.

Catelyn rapidly shook her head.

"I'll suck you cock, drink your spunk and gulp it down with a fat smile on my face. Then I'll -", *zzzzzzzp* Catelyn ruins her dress by ripping it up in the middle, "strip off the rags I have on and rub my ****, quivering body up and down your body until you're ready to go again."

Now the mature woman put her hands around Lyonels face and closes the already minimal distance between the two, pushing her almost fully exposed breast into the princes chest.

"My husband gets his measly stub up once per summer, if at all, but I bet you'll be ready to go in an instant, huh? You already have a giants cock", she interrupts herself with a drawn out moan, "you also have the stamina to put all other men to shame, don't you?"

As someone that very recently went to a brothel, Lyonel knows first hand that Catelyn is doing one hell of a whore-impression. But from a woman like Lady Stark, it was a hundred times hotter. A woman of the highest standing, let alone the queen herself, was propositioning him like a whore for rent.

Lyonel smirked and brought his second hand down to grip Cats second ass cheek. She gasped in approval and bit her lip. With one energetic push Lyonel lifted the cougar in front of him up and acting on pure instinct she swung her legs around him, dry humping him in the process. Now that they were on one level, Lyonel captured the womans lips with his own.

Entangled like this Lyonel carried Catelyn to the bed and threw her off of him to land on the still dishelved sheets.

"This looks like an utter mess. Are your maids doing a subpar job or did you already start without me?", he looked down on her, unbuttoning his clothes.

"Yes, I couldn't wait for you! I tried to satisfy my needy dripping twat without you!", she twisted around on the beds cover until she reached the far end. She pressed her back against it and presented herself to the young prince with her legs spread and the remains of her dress laying at her feet.

"But this naughty little thing can't be satisfied by fingers", she gave her pussy a playful slap with her hand, "or by any dick that isn't yours." The slap now was audibly harder and the wet splash it generated, sounded like that was exactly the treatment she wanted.

"It is unbecoming to keep a lady waiting", the prince staggered towards her, but didn't enter her yet. He was waiting for-

"What lady? I don't see no lady, m'lord", Catelyn gladly took Lyonels verbal bait and mimicked the speak of a common whore as best as she could. Which was damn good. The prince was once more stunned how debauched the lady of Winterfell had turned after he corrupted her.

"And what do you see? Look around you and down on your body and then tell me. What do you see?"

"I see a needy whore begging to be fucked by the future king. I see a quivering cunt, dripping to finally feel a man. And I see the the biggest, fattest manmeat anyone has ever seen. A royal scepter that puts my husband to shame to even pretend to be a man-"

Lyonel rammed his cockhead into her. What once was a proud and noble lady, a cradling mother and a dutiful wife was no more. The obscenities dripping from her lips left no doubt, all of that was behind her. All of those were masks she might put on for others, but now there was one man that really knew her. Catelyn Stark, the insatiable size queen.