Prince Aelar fucks Catelyn Stark

Lady Catelyn Stark disrobed in the lord's bedroom of Winterfell as she had countless times. But instead of her husband, Lord Eddard Stark, it was the young foreign conqueror, Prince Aelar, who now watched her nude body.

"You have beautiful breasts, Lady Stark," Prince Aelar shamelessly leered at the nude body of the Lady of Winterfell. Even after birthing five children, Catelyn had ample-sized and perfectly-shaped breasts, a flat stomach, and childbearing hips.

Catelyn tried to maintain her dignity but how could she when she stood naked as a babe in front of the lustful gaze of the foreign prince? "I am old enough to be your mother," Catelyn felt goosebumps as the young prince fondled her breasts, his fingers tracing her areola and rubbing her nipples. She was thirty-five-year-old while Prince Aelar was under twenty, but the younger man was completely dominating the older married woman.

Prince Aelar smirked as he placed a hand on Catelyn's bare hips, "Some men prefer fresh grapes from the vines, Lady Stark, however, I prefer seasoned wine. You have given birth to five healthy children. I would like your sixth to be mine."

Catelyn Stark gasped, her eyes wide, her heart pounding in her chest, at the revelation. "You brute!" she felt more goosebumps as the young prince caressed her belly, her navel, then moved his fingers lower to touch her cunt.

"I prefer rogue, Lady Stark" Prince Aelar smiled, proud and shameless. He kissed Catelyn's neck while his fingers delved inside her. "I have seen your husband. Lord Eddard Stark is an honorable man. But let's be real, honorable men make boring lovers. A woman like you deserves someone wilder."

"I love Ned," Catelyn protested. But in her heart, seeds of doubt were planted. She remembered Brandon Stark, the wild wolf, Ned Stark's older brother who had been her original betrothed. How different would her life be if Brandon had never been executed and she became his wife instead? She had often pondered the question. Ned was a good man and a good husband and she truly loved him.

But Prince Aelar was right. A part of her had always secretly desired a more passionate and forceful lover than Ned.

Aelar kissed Catelyn, forcing his tongue inside her mouth, making the older woman return the kiss out of instinct. "Your cunt is more honest to your desires than you are, Lady Stark," Aelar said with a victorious smile, pulling his finger out of Catelyn's cunt, it glistened wet in the candlelight, making her flush. It was proof of her desire. "You got this wet from being kissed, having your breasts fondled, your hips caressed, and your cunt fingered by a man other than your husband, someone young enough to be your son. I was right about Lord Eddard being an inadequate lover, wasn't I?"

Catelyn flushed at the question. "Ned is all I need," she lied.

Aelar chuckled, "No, you need a real man." He undressed, pulling out his erect cock from the confines of his breeches. Catelyn was startled by its massive size, its length, and its girth. "A wolf can never compete with a leviathan." Aelar picked up Catelyn and carried her to the lord's bed.

"Oh!" Catelyn felt like a virgin again when Prince Aelar penetrated her with his massive throbbing cock. He kissed her again, a hot and passionate kiss that the married woman felt compelled to return. "You can let loose tonight, Lady Stark, I won't tell your husband," Prince Aelar winked before he started fucking in earnest. Catelyn felt her cunt stretch like it had never been stretched before.

A wolf can never compete with a leviathan. Catelyn closed her eyes and surrendered to the pleasure. She offered no resistance when the young conqueror filled her womb with his warm and potent seed. But the night was just beginning and Aelar would fuck her again and again until she was pregnant.