The Difference between a Matchstick and a Tree Trunk

"~~~", Catelyns mouth couldn't close and yet no words escaped her lips. Her eyes flew open and her hands dug into the matress. Time seemed to slow down around her, her body started to quake from her lower core towards her chest, down her legs and arms and soon enough up her neck and into her head.

She stopped her incoherent moan on instinct. Instead of that continoues exhale, her body now drew in air. She shut her eyes. Air, light, pleasure, her lovers cock. Right in this moment Catelyn beckoned everything inside and was not willing to let anything escape her. This pleasure was unlike anything she had witnessed, let alone felt herself. For the first time in her life, she reached her peak.

On another level of the castle, the queen holds out in her guest quarter. Even though her husband is still out with his childhood friend, she still has unwanted avances to take care of.

"Ugg, Jamie, not today. Robert could be back any moment now", she pushed off her brother.

The two of them had been lovers since before her children had been born. Back then she had been a young woman, eager for the love of a man so close to her. But with her marriage in sight she tried to start over, but to no avail. During that first night with her husband, he had called his former bethrotheds name, during his climax to make matters worse. After that Cercei reduced the conjucal intimacy to some hanky-panky whenever it could not been avoided. To still sate her carnal needs, she and her twin become lovers once more.

But today she just wasn't feeling it. When she looked at Jaime now, she felt like she was looking at a boy. The little boy she grew up with, not the man she wanted to be with.

"Oh, don't worry. He and Stark are still busy, I'd be suprised if he even found his way up here when they call it a night", he moved close to her again.

"Shush now! They'll go hunting tomorrow, maybe I'll play with you then", her hands pointed him to the door, " Now go. I'm sleepy, I want to go to bed."

The first was a lie, the second couldn't be more true.

"T-that was amazing", Catelyn told Lyonel huskily. She gave him a dreamy look, but he just chuckled to himself.

Not only did she cum from me just sinking my cock into her, she must also think I'm already done. Wow. The men of this world really make this easy,Lyonel thought amused. He leaned forward, his forehead touching hers, and told her cockyly.

"You've seen nothing yet."

He withdrew himself from her, until only the tip of his cock still remained inside of her. But it didn't stay that way for long. With a rapid motion he drove back inside her, back out and back in. Each thrust sent her body shuddering again. It didn't take long for Catelyns torso to jerk upward, sending her chest into a delightfull jiggle.

On the outside, Catelyn was absolutely speechless, on the inside she was screaming in extacy. This is out of this out of this world! I have to be dreaming!

Sansa Stark was cuddled up in her sheats. This perfect day had ended in a perfect was for her. After the feast she had easily drifted into a restful sleep, her imagination taking her on a grand adventure.

"My beloved, you look as fair as the day my eyes first spied you", a bare chested Lyonel spoke to her from atop his horse.

"Oh my king, your words are like a blanket keeping me warm against a harsh winters night", Sansa looked up to him in her pompous dress, the gold and green fabric waved in the wind. As did her long auburn hair, a myriad of flowers woven into it.

The king lend her hand to her and heaved her onto his horse.

"The cold shall never touch you again my love. Let my love warm you from now on to forever more", he settled her behind him on his trusty steed.

Sansa rested her head on his shoulder and her hands slung around him taking hold of his muscular chest. They rote along the coast and as they galloped ever closer into the sunset, her hands wandered lower and lower until -

A gasp escaped Sansas lips and her legs twitched, pressing her blanked close to her midsection. With a satisfied smile, the future queen of the seven kingdoms continued her slumber.

Her legs now firmly swung around Lyonel, Cately gasped out loud.

"That's called cumming", he verbally and figurately hammered into her, "that's what happens when a man fucks you. You cum. It's polite for a lady not to thank a man for making her cum."

"A-and for a whore?", Catelyn quipped breathlessly.

"Doubly so. If I get the feeling that you're ungrateful, this might be the last time I take in your services-"

"No! No, thank you! Thank you for making me cum!", she clamped him tightly into her. "I need this, please don't stop making me cum!"

She yelled out for him to keep going, but she herself was already building up beads of sweat on her forehead.

Arya was sweaty all over. That cocky prince had scolded her. Shrouded under a vail of politeness, he had flatout propositioned her. In front of everyone and on the evening his betrothel to her sister had been anounced. The guts of that son of a bitch!

And still she couldn't stop thinking about him. To clear her head the little rebel had snuck off instead going to bed. Through the shadows of the night and while everyone was occupied, she got Nymeria, made her favourite horse ready and convinced the guard at the gate that she's allowed to take a night ride. He had been skeptical, but both the Stark lady and her wolf were fledging their teeth. Not feeling very suicidal that night, he had let them go.

Sadly even the sombre night air did nothing to calm her down. She was on her fourth lap around the outskirts of Wintertown and instead of her mind cooling down, her body was heating up. Without her realizing it, her hips had started grinding against her sattle, getting more intense at every turn. The stiff leather of her riders pants was pressing through her fine undergarments, mimicking the texture of her sattles curvager. At the point when she snapped out of it, she was riding her sattle more than her horse. Maybe an unfamiliar route would take her mind off of that.... man.

In the moonlight, a strip of forest was calling out to her.

"What do you say Nym, straight through the clearing, twice around the group of weirwoods and back to the castle gate?", the two of them shared a competitive glance, "Winner gets an extra pair of chicken legs tomorrow!"

Her legs were quaking. Catelyn had completely lost count of how many times she had cum by now. The man more than a decade younger than her didn't slow down for a second. But she was getting breathless. In her sudden rush of hormones, she had underrestimated the young hunk inside of her. But she was a ressourceful woman, she still had some aces up her sleave.

"Gods, you fuck me so good!", maybe she could rile him up like this to make him cum as well.

"Yeah, you like that? A married lady, mother of five, enjoys fucking her daughters betrothed?"

This had immediately backfired, Lyonel knew exactly how to trigger her shame and arrousal at once, bringing her to the verge of orgasm again.

"Y-yes~, just like you enjoy fucking a married woman in the bed she shares with her husband", his cock seemed to grow even thicker inside her, forcing her to growl throatily.

"Sharing with your husband, huh? You know what you won't share with your husband? This pussy", he taunted her, but felt his own climax approaching.

"YES! No one but you deserves my cunt!", as if in agreement, Catelyns inner walls vibrate around Lyonels girth and trigger the final and shared orgasm. The two of them bask in a few blissful moments of afterglow.

When they finally did disentangle Lyonel noticed the utter mess they've made. The sweaty sheets around them are only the tip of the iceberg. The real problem is the puddle where the two were joined. Lyonel hadn't just filled up Catelyn with his cum, she was practically bursting with it. In a continous drool her cunt leaked cum onto the bed below her in a vain attempt to empty out and return to its unstretched size.

Lyonel had to think fast, what-

*CLUNK*

A shattering sound in the corridor spooked them. And he was about to loudly curse, when he realized it was a blessing in disguise. Lyonel pressed a final kiss onto Catelyns lips, rushed to his clothes and ducked behind the door. Moments later it opened.

"Cat? Y-you still awake are?", a drunk Eddard eloquently made his entrance. He made a couple of steps towards the bed and with a catlike grace Lyonel snuck behind him through the open door into the corridor.

While he tiptoed his way to his own chambers, he could hear a last sentence through the still unclosed door.

"Sansa will leave the nest soon. Why don't we try for another child?"