Herself

As Tyrion walked in behind Lady Stark, he took a quick scan of her chambers. They were certainly accommodating, by the Vale’s standards anyway. A smooth rocky floor holding up strong stone walls with a window and some candle holders for light. But the main attraction was directly before him and Catelyn: The fur cloaked bed decorated by a dark wood headstand carved to have the shapes of birds wings into it. Far too large for a man of his stature, one might observe, but plenty for such an esteemed guest as the wife of the Warden of the North.

The woman he was about to be serviced by.

Catelyn walked towards the bed, and stood beside it, before turning back to Tyrion and gesturing her hand towards it.

“Please, take a seat my lord…” She said.

Tyrion smirked as he walked past her, his hand delivering one last tap to her rear as he did. “As you wish, Lady Stark.”

He reached the bed, and his smirk faded as he now had to actually climb up it. It had always been a pain, his small stature making getting up onto a bed or a high chair or even particularly steep steps a chore, but he’d grown accustomed to it all his life. With a brief grunt and a hop from his legs he soon found himself hoisted up and onto the soft mattress of Lady Starks bed. His endeavor completed, he twisted around and sat his tiny glutes beneath him to look up at Catelyn.

“So, I am curious Lady Stark, just what do you think you have that can make up for all the trouble you’ve caused me? “ Tyrion inquired, even if he already knew the answer. He wanted to see just what she would say in that proud voice of hers.

She pouted her lips at first, her cold defiance in defense of her pride unwilling to be suppressed, but then she simply folded her hands together and let them hang a-front her hips as she composed herself.

“It was I alone that ordered and plotted your capture, and it is I alone that should pay for it. I know a sum of gold would be a minuscule reward for a Lannister, but I am also well aware of your other… appetite. As such…” She began, her voice managing to stay firm despite what her hands begun to do. They rose up from her hips to the collar bone of her neck, taking a hold of the leather straps keeping her cloth held tightly to her body. It was almost a shame as they were pulled free, and the cloth lifted away from Catelyn’s flesh to become more baggy and conceal her shape.

But it was well worth it as Catelyn slumped her shoulders, letting gravity snatch her dress from her shoulders as it was dragged down to the floor. It happened relatively quickly but to Tyrion it seemed like it was slow motion as Catelyn’s body was unveiled like a finely cooked piece of roast beef at a feast.

Her age definitely showed, not as smooth as the young whores Tyrion was accustomed to spending his nights with, but what she had was more than sufficient for the Half-Man as life in the north had made her body strong and sturdy. The cloth passed from her shoulders down to her elbows, breaking only momentarily to rest on her chest before giving way there too to unveil her mature tits.

Despite having been suckled by no less than five children in her life as wife to Eddard Stark, and perhaps by Lord Stark himself as Tyrion thought, the Lady’s breasts seemed full and ready to deliver a fresh batch of milk still. Age had only sagged them a negligible amount, as they were still prompt enough to delay her unrobing, if only for a moment.

But the descent of the robe continued rapidly, as the robe was now released by both passing Catelyn’s breasts and her arms straightening to keep her elbows from hooking the robe up. It glided down past her belly to her hips, which seemed so wide that Tyrion could only compare it to a three cart road. Again, five children tends to have an effect. To Tyrions surprise, no small clothes accompanied her hips, which left her womanhood exposed as well. It seemed she had figured she wouldn’t need her panties for this arrangement. Decorating her crotch was a small patch of red hair above her pussy, adding color to the otherwise stern sea of pale flesh.

Finally, in a flash her thighs, knees, calves, and ankles were exposed to the light for the gods and Tyrion to see. Only the lady’s toes were hidden still, but that didn’t last long as she stepped from her noble slipper with such Grace that Tyrion could believe that the footwear had simply wrapped itself from her.

Now, standing before him, was the Lady of Winterfell, Catelyn Stark, naked as the day she was born for his sight to take in.

“… I believe this would be far more to your liking, My Lord.” She said, snapping Tyrion back to reality as that entire beautiful journey of her disrobing had in truth taken only a second or two.

Tyrion brought his hand to his jawline as he hummed and inspected his host. By the Gods, this was really happening! That damned book had actually done this?! His bewilderment was matched only by his excitement, both in his mind and in his trousers. The little lion hiding beneath his belt begun to rouse from slumber. In truth, he had been growing hard on the way to the chamber itself, but now? Now his lion was ready to pounce, and seemed like it would tear itself from his drawers as easily as a true Lion would tear a man. But that would not be necessary.

“Well well, Lady Stark, you certainly make a tempting offer. Since you made such an impressive display of removing your own clothes, perhaps you could assist with my own as I consider your compensation?” Tyrion replied, his eyes traveling from her brilliant red hair to her curvy legs and back up again.

“I must have your word first. That this… service, will bring peace between us. And that this… conflict between our families goes no further.” Catelyn added, standing proud still as she crossed her arms across her chest to conceal her breasts, as though to deny what she could from Tyrions prying eyes even if the rest of her remained exposed.

Even with her body naked before him, she still remained strong. There was something to admire in that, Tyrion thought. But there was also a part of him that desired to see her pride sullied, and her honor and defiance reduced to nothing but begging cries of submission. Probably the Lannister in him. He thought of how to answer Catelyn’s demand…