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It was a cold, solemn night in Winterfell. The castle was asleep, the small-folk had gone to bed and the Starks had retired to their chambers. Only a few souls were awake in the huge castle, and here two kindred souls stared into the blackness of the night.
Catelyn Stark sat on the balcony of her room overlooking the large Godswood tree. In one hand she held a goblet of vintage arbor wine and in another she held her belly She stared out into the darkness and saw the emptiness. With a sip of golden wine, she reflected on her life since Ned had left for King's Landing. These past few moons had been the best of Catelyn's life. Being with Jon had given her a new purpose in life, a new meaning, a new way to live. She felt free and loved in his arms. He meant the world to her and she meant the world to him. But soon this strange love affair would come to an end. Ned Stark and his company of riders would arrive in Winterfell on the morrow. Catelyn truly loved her husband but she prayed with all her might that he would stay in King's Landing for a couple of moons more. He had gone to settle matters with the King and he left her all of Winterfell and the North to watch over. Being a lord, it turns out, was not an easy task. The day-to-day procedures of the household were easy enough, but settling disputes between banner-men and ruling over the small-folk were tasks that catelyn found too difficult. She would have never have managed without Jon.
It was Jon who settled the disputes of the banner-men. It was Jon who ruled over the common-folk and it was Jon who was there for her when she needed him. Jon, who had become her most trusted advisor, most loyal servant, and of course most passionate lover. While their mornings were spent in the studies and halls of Winterfell, being the proper Lord Snow and Lady Stark, their afternoons and evenings were spent in each others arms, passionately making love. They had become more adventurous now. Places such as Bran's chambers or Sansa's dress-room, which were once off-limits, were the sites of some vicious and primal love-making. Never before had Catelyn been so nervous, yet thrilled at the same time. They had almost been caught a few times, once when Robb overheard some flesh pounding in the Lord's study, and another time when Hodor caught Jon licking and pleasuring Catelyn's wet cunt under her dress in the stabels, but the dim-witted Hodor merely laughed and stated his name-sake before running off. The closest they had ever been to being caught was when they were in Sansa's closet, anal-fucking while Sansa quietly brushed her hair. Being in that closet for hours, cramped next to Jon's sweaty body while his seed slowly trickled down her soft ass-cheeks, was one of the best, most exhilarating experiences Catelyn's had in her life. Catelyn found that being with Jon made her day complete. But soon that would stop, they had to. Ned was coming home.
"We don't have to stop." Jon said as he cupped the side of his naked lover's face. "We could be together in secret, we can hide from father in the towers. No one would dare find us there." Catelyn smiled sadly and pushed her lover's hand down to her breast."You forget my dear, Bran loves to climb those walls." Jon smiled at the mention of his beloved brothers name. "Then we will find someplace else, a place where almost no one goes. A place to be together." Catelyn smiled and moved closer to her lover, grabbing his already hard cock in her hands, slowly jerking him off. "A place where we could fuck!'' she said, a little too loudly as she stroked his cock even harder causing him to groan in pleasure. "Uhh, a place where I could make you mine." Jon said with closed eyes as he threw his head back from the pleasure. "A place where I could fuck you hard all night long!" Catelyn then let go of her lover's cock and positioned her ass so that he could enter her. Jon grabbed his lover's hips and placed them across his aching cock. He inserted two of his long,sleek fingers inside of Cateyln's wet,pink, hairy cunt. "My my, isn't someone begging to be fucked like a little whore." Jon removed his fingers out of Catelyn's pink hole and tasted them. She tasted of summer and hope. "I'm going to fuck you like Ned never did." Catelyn jumped at the name of her lord husband. Coming to her senses she escaped from Jon's long hands and left the bed to gather her small-clothes. "What is wrong Cat?" Jon asked with wide eyes. "We...we can't anymore Jon. Ned will be home the day after next. We should stop." Panic and fear was oon Jon's face when he heard the words of his lover. "But why? We could find the right place to hide, we can be together somehow. We just need the right place." Tears started emerging from Jon's face as he looked at the Lover he was about to lose. "But where Jon? Where is this magical place, where we can hide and be alone with the God's approval?" Catelyn cupped Jon's cheek and smiled sadly. "I love you Jon Snow, I love you more than anyone or anything in the world. But we can never be." Jon, held his step-mother's hand and pushed it away. Head down and heart-broken, Jon gathered his small-clothes and walked back to his chambers.
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Catelyn's lover Jon Snow was lying down in his bed, naked, cock in hand as he stroked himself to the thought of his step-mother's big,soft breasts. It had been almost 2 days since he had made love to Catelyn, 2 days too long. Jon couldn't stand it anymore. He had to see her. He had spent almost every moment with her for the past 2 moons, being there during meetings, helping her supervise over the small-folk, even when she needed someone to brush her hair or massage her back. She meant the world to him and being away from her was pure and utter torture.
"Look it's Lord Snow, Lady Stark's little pet." Theon Greyjoy said one day as Jon approached him. "Shouldn't you be with her right now, Gods forbid the bastard be separated from his new found mother." Theon just smiled widely and laughed at his own joke as Robb put on a frown next to him. "Where have you been these past few days Snow?" he said as he walked closer to his half-brother. Jon smiled recalling all the love-making with Catelyn that had taken place over the past few weeks. The smile turned to a frown once he recalled the past evening. "But we can never be."
Jon was pulled out of his thoughts when Theon gave him a shove. "Bastard, Robb asked you a question." Jon hated Theon and resisted the urge to punch him in his smug face. "Sorry Robb, I have been attending to the needs of your lady mother and the needs of Winterfell."
"Oh has he been attending to Lady Catelyn's needs!" Theon said as he slapped his knee. Jon's fists immediately began to clench and an angry frown appeared on his face. "You forget yourself Greyjoy." Robb said, sensing Jon's anger. "Oh come on Robb, don't tell me you don't see it. They're obviously fucking!" Theon was now full on screaming as he threw his hands up in the air. "Tell me Snow, how does Lady catelyn's pussy feel around your cock."
"That's enough Greyjoy!"
"Come on Snow, I bet she likes to scream, is she a screamer? Does she take it in the ass. God I bet she's like a fucking whore in bed." Does she take it in the ass. God I bet she's like a fucking whore in bed." Theon said as he smiled devilishly at Jon.
That was the last straw for Jon. Greyjoy could call him a bastard, a son of a whore and an asshole all he wanted, but Jon would never allow Greyjoy to insult the love of his life.
Without thinking Jon launched a right fist at Greyjoy's face. The blow connected and it sent Theon to the ground and a tooth flying from his face. "Don't you ever talk about her like that again!" Jon screamed. Suddenly Theon got up and tackled Jon to the ground. A punch landed on Jon's face and another and another... Jon didn't care to fight anymore, he felt empty ever-since Catelyn. Jon could feel blood running down his eye as he looked around. The whole of Winterfell was in shock as Theon landed blow after blow on Jon's face. Everything was in slow-motion for Jon. He could see Robb trying to pry Theon of his brother. He could see Sansa on the balcony, wide-eyed and scared. He could see Arya and Bran with their wooden swords, looking truly frightened. He saw the Jory with the guardsmen rushing towards Jon and Theon. Lastly he looked at the corner of his eye to see Lady Catelyn, she was rushing towards the scene to, she looked beautiful with her panicked, tear-filled eyes and her long beautiful hair.
As Jon started to lose consciousness, he dreamed of a world where he was married to Catelyn and where they were free to love each other. A world where the would have kids with black hair and blue, Tully eyes. A world where they could live be together forever.
Jon lost consciousness when Theon landed an elbow square across his eye. The last thing Jon saw was Lady Catelyn and he under a Godswood, announcing there love for each other in front of the whole of Winterfell. Then it was blackness.