And Catelyn wanted to be taken.

The realization hit her like a wave, hot and overwhelming.

She had kissed him once before—a moment of weakness, of desperation, of something she hadn’t understood.

But now—now she knew.

She wanted him.

The thought sent a shudder through her, her nipples tightening beneath the fabric of her gown, a pulse thrumming between her thighs.

She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to his lips, then lower, to the bulge of his breeches, where the outline of his manhood strained against the fabric.

"Lady Catelyn—" Lyonel’s voice was rough, a warning, a question, a plea.

She didn’t let him finish.

She surged forward, cupping his face in her hands, and pressed her lips to his.

---

Lyonel stilled for a heartbeat, shocked—but only for a heartbeat. Then he groaned, low and raw, his hands snapping up to grip her hips, pulling her flush against him.

The kiss was not gentle. It was hungry, ****, a clash of teeth and tongues, a battle for dominance that neither of them won.

Catelyn moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, until she could taste the iron of his blood, the heat of his breath.

"Gods, " Lyonel growled against her lips, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, squeezing the generous flesh through the fabric of her gown. "You shouldn’t—"

"I know," she panted, breaking the kiss only to press her lips to his jaw, his neck, biting at the pulse point beneath his ear.

"But I don’t care."

Lyonel’s hands tightened on her, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her onto his lap, spreading her thighs so she straddled him.

She could feel the hard, throbbing length of him beneath her, even through the layers of fabric, and it made her whimper, her hips rolling instinctively against him.

"Fuck, " Lyonel hissed, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples through the fabric.

"You want this?" His voice was a growl, dark and dangerous, but his eyes burned with something more—need, desire, a hunger that matched her own.

"Yes, " she breath, "gods, yes."

---

His mouth crashed back onto hers, devouring her as his hands worked at the laces of her gown.

The fabric loosened, sliding down her shoulders, pooling at her waist.

Catelyn shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin, her breasts spilling free, heavy and full, the nipples tight and aching.

Lyonel broke the kiss, his breath raging, his gaze dropping to her chest.

"Gods, " he groaned, "you’re so fucking beautiful."

His hands rose, palming her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples before he leaned forward, capturing one in his mouth.

Catelyn cried out, her head falling back as he sucked, nipped, lavished her with the heat of his tongue.

Pleasure lanced through her, sharp and sweet, her hands fisting in his hair as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention.

She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs, her body aching for more.

"Lyonel, " she whimpered, "please—"

He didn’t make her beg twice.

With a growl, he stood, lifting her with him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed.

He laid her down, stripping the gown the rest of the way off her body, leaving her naked beneath him.

His gaze raked over her, drinking in the curves of her hips, the swell of her stomach, the dark, curl nest between her thighs.

"You’re perfection, " he rasped, his voice rough with need. "Every inch of you."

Catelyn reached for him, pulling him down, her lips crashing against his again. She could feel the heat of him, the hard press of his body against hers, and it drove her wild.

She arched into him, her nails digging into his back as he ground against her, the friction maddening, delicious.

His hands slid down, gripping her thighs, spreading them wide. "I want to taste you," he growled, his breath hot against her skin.

"I want to hear you scream."

"Then do it," she panted, "please, Lyonel—"

---

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Lyonel dropped lower, his mouth trailing kisses down her stomach, her hips, before settling between her thighs.

Catelyn gasped as his tongue flicked against her fold, teasing, exploring, before delving deep. She cried out, her back arching, her fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished her with long, slow strokes, his tongue circling her clit before sucking it into his mouth.

"Oh— gods—" she moaned, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. "Lyonel, I’m—"

"I know," he murmured against her flesh, his voice a dark purr.

"Let go, Catelyn. I’ve got you."

And with those words, she shattered.

Her orgasm ripped through her, white-hot and blinding, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure wracked her.

Lyonel didn’t stop, drinking down her moans, her cries, until she was boneless beneath him, her chest heaving, her skin slick with sweat.

---

For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the crackle of the fire in the hearth.

Then Lyonel rose, his eyes dark with promise, his hands going to the laces of his breeches.

Catelyn watched, her body still humming, as he freed himself.

And then—

His cock sprang free, thick, veined, longer and heavier than any man she’d ever seen.

It bobbed once, twice, the head glistening with pre-cum, and Catelyn’s mouth went dry.

"Gods, " she whispered, her eyes wide.

Lyonel grinned, dark and knowing, as he stroked himself once, twice, before guiding the head toward her lips.

"Open, " he commanded, his voice rough.

And Catelyn obeyed.

---

The first touch of him against her tongue was salty, musky, the heat of him filling her mouth as she took him in.

He groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her as she hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper.

She could barely fit half of him, but gods, the way he filled her, the way he trembled beneath her touch—it made her ache all over again.

"Fuck, " Lyonel hissed, his hips twitching as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around the thick head.

"Just like that—gods, Catelyn—"

She moaned around him, the vibration making him groan, his grip tightening in her hair.

"You like that?" she murmured, pulling back to lick the underside of his shaft.

"I love it," he growled, "but I want inside you. Now."

---

He pulled her up, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss as he positioned himself at her entrance.

Catelyn whimpered, her body aching for him, her hands clawing at his back.

"Please, " she begged, "Lyonel, please—"

And with a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her.

Catelyn screamed.

He was huge, stretching her beyond anything she’d ever known, filling her so deeply it bordered on pain.

But gods, the pleasure—the burn, the fullness, the way he ground against her, hitting places no man ever had—

"You’re so fucking tight, " Lyonel groaned, his forehead pressing to hers as he began to move, slow at first, then harder, deeper, each thrust dragging a moan from her lips. "Catelyn— fuck—"

She could only claw at him, her body wrapped around his, her mind drowning in the sensation of him—the heat, the weight, the way he owned her with every stroke.

And when he finally spilled inside her, it was with a roar, his body locking tight, his seed filling her as she climaxed around him, her name a prayer on his lips.

---

For a long moment, neither moved. Then Lyonel pulled back slightly, his cock slipping free, still half-hard, glistening with her arousal and his release.

And with a soft, wet smack, it slapped against Catelyn’s thigh.

She gasped, her eyes flying to his, shock and something darker flashing in their depths.

Lyonel grinned, wicked and unrepentant, as he leaned down to kiss her again.

"Round two?" he murmured against her lips.

And Catelyn smiled.

---

The second round began before the first had even ended.

Lyonel hadn’t pulled away fully, his cock still throbbing, still hard despite the release, his body humming with unspent energy.

Catelyn was boneless beneath him, her skin slick with sweat, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath.

But when he leaned down, capturing her lips in another hungry kiss, she responded instantly, her hands fisting in his hair, her legs wrapping around his waist again.

"You’re insatiable, " she murmured against his mouth, her voice husky, amused.

"So are you," he growled, nipping at her lower lip before pulling her up with him.

"And we’re not done yet."

---

He lifted her easily, her body light against his strength, and pressed her back against the nearby wall.

The stone was cold against her bare skin, but she didn’t care—not when Lyonel was kissing her again, his mouth hot and demanding, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her aloft.

She moaned into the kiss, her body already aching for more, her core throbbing with need.

"Wrap your legs around me," he ordered, his voice rough, and she obeyed, locking her ankles behind his back.

He adjusted his grip, one hand supporting her ass, the other bracing against the wall, and then he was inside her again, filling her in one smooth, deep thrust.

Catelyn cried out, her head falling back against the stone, her body stretching to accommodate him. "Gods, " she gasped, "you’re so deep—"

"You can take it," Lyonel growled, pulling back before driving into her again, harder this time.

The wall shuddered with the **** of his thrusts, the sound of flesh slapping flesh filling the room.

Catelyn clawed at his shoulders, her moans growing louder, wilder, as he pounded into her, each stroke dragging a broken cry from her lips.

"You feel so good, " he groaned, his mouth finding her neck, biting at the delicate skin. "So fucking tight— so wet—"

"Lyonel, " she whimpered, her body coiling tight, "I’m going to—"

"I know, " he snarled, his pace relentless. "Come for me, Catelyn. Now."

And she did, her body convulsing around him, her orgasm ripping through her as he buried himself deep and spilled inside her again, his roar mixing with her cries.

---

They didn’t stop.

Lyonel carried her to the floor next, laying her down on the rug before the hearth, the firelight casting flickering shadows over their bodies.

He knelt between her thighs, spreading her wide, his gaze dark and hungry as he took her in—the glistening wetness of her fold, the way her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, the flush of pleasure painting her skin.

"You’re mine, " he growled, leaning down to lick a slow, deliberate path up her inner thigh.

"All fucking night."

Catelyn shivered, her body responding instantly to his touch, her hips lifting off the rug as his tongue found her again.

"Yes, " she breath, "yours—"

---

He devoured her, his mouth hot and relentless, driving her to the edge again and again before finally pulling back, his cock throbbing, demanding.

He flipped her onto her stomach, hauling her up onto her knees, and entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her with long, punishing strokes.

"Fuck, " he groaned, "look at you— so fucking perfect." His fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her back against him as he pounded into her, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room.

"You were made for this," he growled, "made to be fucked like this—"

Catelyn could only moan, her body trembling, her mind drowning in the sensation of him—the burn, the fullness, the way he owned her with every thrust.

When she came again, it was with a broken cry, her body clenching around him as he followed, his seed spilling deep inside her once more.

---

They collapsed onto the rug, breathless, sweaty, their bodies tangled together. But Lyonel wasn’t done.

"Again, " he murmured against her skin, his hand sliding down to cup her breast, his fingers rolling her nipple.

"I want you against the window this time."

Catelyn laughed, breathless, "You’ll kill me."

"No, " he growled, "I’ll make you feel alive."

---

He lifted her again, carrying her to the window, the cold glass pressing against her front as he entered her from behind, his hands bracing on either side of her, caging her in.

The moonlight spilled over them, silver and pale, as he moved inside her, slow at first, then harder, deeper, each thrust driving a moan from her lips.

"Look at us," he growled, his voice rough with need.

"Look how fucking beautiful you are."

Catelyn obeyed, her gaze dropping to where they were joined, watching as he slid in and out of her, glistening with her arousal.

"Gods, " she whimpered, "Lyonel—"

"Say it," he demanded, his hips snapping forward. "Say you’re mine."

"I’m yours, " she cried, her body coiling tight. "Only yours—"

And with a final, brutal thrust, he spilled inside her for the third time, his roar mixing with her scream as pleasure wracked them both.

---

Dawn was approaching by the time they finally collapsed into the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and spend, their breaths ragged.

Catelyn lay boneless, her skin tingling, her body humming with the aftermath of three orgasms, Lyonel’s seed still dripping from her.

Lyonel pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

"You’re amazing, " he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.

Catelyn smiled, nestling against him. "So are you," she whispered.

---

With a final, lingering kiss, he slipped from the bed, pulling on his breeches and tunic with quiet efficiency.

Catelyn watched him from the pillows, her body still glowing from their passion, her eyes soft in the pre-dawn light.

"You’re leaving?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.

Lyonel nodded, fastening his belt. "Before Winterfell wakes," he said, his voice low. "This stays between us, Catelyn."

She exhaled slowly, nodding. "I know."

He leaned down, capturing her lips in one last, deep kiss.

"Until next time, " he murmured.

And with that, he slipped from the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

The hallways were empty, the castle still asleep. Lyonel moved swiftly, silently, returning to his quarters just as the first hints of dawn began to creep over the horizon.