Not too shabby in truth.

The meat rod throbbing before Catelyn’s eyes now was, strictly speaking, not the largest she had seen. She was hardly a stranger to seeing a man’s cock, even up close like this. However, when she had undone the Imps trousers she had expected to find a one eyed snake as small as the man was. Instead, the shaft was over 5 inches long but not quite managing 6, with a plump pair of testicles dangling beneath. An average size if ever there was one, but on a man of Tyrions stature? It seemed colossal in comparison.

The cock twitched again, moving as if waving in greeting of the Lady.

“Well now, unless my eyes deceive me I do believe that is surprise staining your face isn’t it, Lady Stark?” Tyrion teased, mocking her previous words.

She shot her eyes up from staring at Tyrions cock and locked eyes with him before squinting.

“I was simply not expecting you to have…” she began, but couldn’t seem to find the words to finish. But Tyrion found them for her.

“Yes, that’s what a surprise is Lady Stark.” He replied teasingly and mockingly.

“Now, show me you really mean it when you say you are remorseful for your actions.” Tyrion now taunted her, his cock in her face and ready to see what the Lady of Winterfell had in store for him.

Catelyn held her head back a moment, bringing one hand to her hair to brush it to one side, while the other crept forth and took a hold of Tyrions shaft. She felt it for a short while, its warmth and hardened flesh a sharp contrast to the relative cold of the Vale, even if it was nothing compared to the cold of the North. Then she begun to move her hand up and down in a smooth motion, massaging the shaft in her grasp as she did. Tyrion let out a small sigh as he felt the sensitive skin of his cock being stroked by the Lady’s soft hands.

The handjob was short lived, before Catelyn brought her head forward and her mouth right next the head of Tyrions cock, before planting a quick but warm kiss upon it. Tyrion took a moment to revel in the sight: Lady Catelyn Stark was naked with his cock in her hands and her lips pressed against it. He couldn’t have asked the greatest painters in the world for a better image.

And it only got better when Catelyn plunged her head forward and wrapped her lips fully around Tyrions cock head, before pressing her mouths warm and wet embrace down his shaft. Her nose poked at him before she was done going down, and Tyrion couldn’t help but let a hearty moan slip from his lips as the Lady of Winterfell was now sucking him off.

Her motion continued as she pulled herself back before plunging down again, a sloppy snap sounding from her mouth as she did, and her blowjob had now properly begun. Tyrion watched as her red hair bobbed up and down his cock along with the rest of her head, like a Wyrwood tree caught in the wind. Beautiful.

“Well, Lady Stark, you’ve certainly made a good first impression… Nnnngh…” Tyrion commented, but Catelyn didn’t respond. She was too busy giving Tyrions noble rod a mouth massage, and could only offer a muffled hum in acknowledgment.

While the sight looked good and most certainly felt good, Tyrion could feel the effects of Catelyn’s mouth on him after just under a couple minutes, with his balls starting to twitch in anticipation for the Lady’s creamy reward…

But no, he couldn’t let her get off that easily. But what should his next move be…