You know full well Lady Catelyn has already fed you directly from her breasts several times over the last five days. Of course, the present circumstances are quite different from all those times. You were **** back then, and you did not really have a say in the matter. For a teenage boy to suck on the tit of a woman... especially when he was not related to that woman in any way...
Still, you would be a fool to pass up this opportunity. It is something you have literally dreamed about quite often.
"Are you sure you would not mind, milady?" you ask Lady Catelyn, wanting to be considerate of her feelings.
"Of course not," she assures you, "It has been years since I last nursed my own children. The milk will just go to waste if YOU do not drink it."
Well, you cannot have that, now can you? "Very well. I would actually love to have some."
You can tell Lady Catelyn is pleased by your decision. She gets up from her chair and walks over to the bed. Mira and Sera get up, and they help Lady Catelyn out of her cloak and bodice. She ultimately removes her top altogether, and she is standing before you with her huge, supple breasts fully exposed. You feel your member twitch in your diaper.
Lady Catelyn sits down on the bed beside you, and she gently wraps her arms around you and pulls you close. She has you lie on her lap, and brings your mouth up to the nipple of her right breast. You hesitantly latch on. She seems to notice how tense you are, and she urges you "Just relax. Trust in me as though I was your birth mother."
Oh, how you wish that was actually true! You settle down, close your eyes, and begin to suckle. Within seconds, sweet, warm milk flows into your mouth. It surprises you at first, but as you become accustomed to the sensation, you drink the heavenly fluid slowly.
Although your eyes are closed, you can hear and sense the other ladies gathering around the bed. Either you are no longer embarrassed by all this attention, or you simply no longer care. Whatever the case, you are too engrossed in Lady Catelyn's breasts to be bothered.
As you nurse, you feel a dainty hand caress your forehead. It feels like the queen's. You find out a moment later it is, as you hear the hand's owner say in Margaery's voice "I envy you, Lady Catelyn. This looks quite enjoyable."
You can confirm firsthand that it is. The Lady of Winterfell tells the young queen "Someday, you will have children of your own, Your Grace. Then you can relish this experience, too."
"I look forward to it," Margaery mutters happily.
By the time you drain Lady Catelyn's right breast, you are getting hard. A small tent has already appeared in the front of your nappies. None of the ladies seem to have noticed it yet.
That is what you thought, anyway. When Lady Catelyn moves you from her right breast to her left breast, you hear someone chuckle. It turns out to be Lady Brienne. You feel her large hand pat your padded crotch and her voice declare "It would seem some of us are enjoying this in more than one way."
Mira, Sera, and Margaery laugh a little in amusement. There is no denying it; you are incredibly turned on. You just wonder how Lady Catelyn will react to your arousal. You just hope she won't stop breastfeeding you because of it.
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