The Little Lion dominates a helpless Trout

Tyrion was have none of Lady Stark’s pleas. This was his compensation for her stupidity after all (even if it was all because of a random magic book) and he was going to revel in it. And he knew just how to break the proud lady.

“You know Lady Stark, I still can’t believe that you would think that I would want to take your son from you.” Tyrion said, before delivering another powerful spank to her rear.

Catelyn yelped again in reply.

“Ah! I am sorry my Lord! It was a foolish notion on my part! I… I had no other leads…” Catelyn answered as her hips kept up motion on Tyrions cock.

“I understand, my Lady. But I think I need to truly prove myself to you. You see, I wouldn’t dream of taking a child from you…” Tyrion began, as his hands reached for Catelyn’s sides and held them firmly, while the Lady looked down upon him with confusion piercing through her obvious pleasure.

“… I’d much rather give you one.” Tyrion finished with a wide and mischievous grin, the twitching of his cock within Catelyn betraying his intent to her.

Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what he meant. “My Lord! No! That is too much! I…” She protested, trying to stop herself from riding Tyrion and unleashing him inside her, but Tyrion had other plans. With a quick grunt and motion he threw her to the side, forcing her to roll onto the bed until she was on her back and Tyrion was on top of her.

She cursed in her mind, it had to be his hands! He was so much stronger than she realized, and she had seen him clobber a man to **** with a shield! But in truth, Catelyn’s own body was betraying her. She couldn’t muster the will to overcome to pleasure she was feeling from the Lions spear piercing inside her, getting ready to unload in her still potent womb. Was she feeling… excited?!

Tyrion was now perched over her like a true Lion atop its prey, and he was more than ready to feast. He drew his hips back before plunging forth into Catelyn’s depths once more, delivering a new series of hard and deep thrusts upon the Lady Stark.

“Oh? Does your husband not have a Bastard son? Isn’t it only fair you get a bastard of your own?” Tyrion taunted as he thrusted more and more, harder and harder as Catelyn was helpless beneath him. She offered only some wiggles as she tried to get free of his grasp but it was in vain, he’d not release her. The only release he had in store would be inside her.

“My lord!… please! Mercy! Anything but that! Ahhhhh!!” Catelyn cried out between moans, meeting with the PLAP PLAP PLAP of Tyrions flesh slamming against her own.

“Oh come now, Lady Stark, you cannot fool me. You’ve given Lord Stark plenty of children over the years, but I can feel the clenching in your loins. You love the idea of another man cumming inside you! Don’t you?!” Tyrion accuses her as delivered yet another spank to Lady Stark’s rear now as red as her hair.

“Oooaaaaaahhh!! I… I…” Catelyn tried to reply but all of this was too overwhelming, too embarrassing, too much for the proper lady. Here she was, getting fucked by an imp of a man that she had wrongly accused, and now he was going to take his vengeance upon her by knocking her up. And worst of all, most shameful of all… she loved it.

“Please… My LooooHHHHH!! My Lord! Have mercy! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!! Ahhhhh!!” Catelyn cried and moaned as she felt her soaking pussy being torn up by the relentless pounding of the Half-Man.

Tyrion could feel it, his climax fast approaching, and it was time to decide if he would fulfill his threat or grant Lady Stark mercy… and he wondered which one she really wanted.