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Many Years Ago
Catelyn squeezed her thighs together, her fingers working furiously at her nub, as she watched her husband mount the queen from her hiding spot. Yes...fuck her, Ned. Fuck her like there’s no tomorrow. The queen’s lovely breasts bounced hypnotically, those rosy nipples calling to Cat, though it was Ned who was able to put his mouth on them. Her milk seeped from Ned’s mouth, the second heir to the throne due not two months from that moment. She envied Ned so much, to be able to give the queen children. If only I had a cock. If only I could be with my golden queen, to suckle at her teats, to taste her all over... She could just imagine having the queen at her leisure, of worshiping those heavenly breasts, of putting her auburn haired head to the golden cunt of Cersei Lannister, licking her grace’s sweet core, using her fingers, making her scream in pleasure… She clamped her hand down over her mouth to muffle her cries as both she and Queen Cersei came.
Later, she would go to Ned, and he would fuck her, and she would come, knowing that Ned’s cock had pleasured her golden queen. She trembled with anticipation. Catelyn was not attracted to women, but the queen was special. If it had been anyone else that Ned had chosen to as his mistress, Catelyn would have raised all Seven hells, but he had chosen her.
Catelyn was tempted to ask Ned to let her join in one of these days, but she was a lady, and a lady does not ask such things. For now, she would be content to watch her queen, and then use Ned to her own cunt’s content as she remembered how lovely Cersei was in the throes of passion.
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Once she was safely pregnant with their third child, Catelyn made her way back to Winterfell, greeting her children like she hadn’t seen them in fifty years. Robb and Sansa were growing so fast. They loved the presents Ned had sent to them. Sansa kept asking when she would be allowed to go to the capital. “When you’re older, darling,” Catelyn always told her.
“Hodor.” Catelyn looked up from her desk to see the simple stable boy standing in the doorway. The hour was late, and she hadn’t started the fire in the hearth.
“Hodor, would you please be a dear and start a fire for me?” she asked him. She put away the documents she had been studying as he set about his task, then went to bolt the door. Shedding her clothing, she turned around to see Hodor stripping his tunic and breeches off, and lay down in the middle of the bed. His cock lay limply in between his legs, but Catelyn licked her lips, hungry for her lover. It wouldn’t take long to have him ready.
She crawled over the bed to him, sitting on his stomach. “Hodor?” he asked.
Catelyn smiled at him, leaning down and presenting her breasts to him. She had been massaging them during her trip home and, combined with her pregnancy, her milk had already started to flow. Hodor suckled eagerly, one hand on his cock, stroking it to rigidity, the other on her cunt, his fingers playing with her nub and slipping in and out of her slickness as she had taught him.
Having Hodor as a lover had not been planned. She had been pregnant with Sansa, so very lonely, and had forgotten to bolt the door shut when she retired for an afternoon nap.
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Her desire peaked while she tried to find rest, and her fingers found their way in between her legs. She was moaning for her queen, imagining that golden head feasting on her body and hadn’t heard the door open. The bed dipping had alerted her but it was too late. Hodor was too strong, and his cock was inside her before she knew it. She tried to push him away, but he was so big, filling her in a way Ned never could, reaching deep inside her. The snap of his hips sent currents of fire throughout her body, and her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms below her to push herself up, angling herself to allow him deeper inside her. Her shift had slid down her body, around her neck, her milk heavy breasts exposed, and Hodor had fallen to them like Ned fell to Cersei’s. With thoughts of her golden queen and Hodor’s cock filling her, Catelyn soon cried out as her orgasm overtook her. Hodor had continued, pumping into her with maddingly steady thrusts, giving her pleasure again and again and again, until she thought she might lose her mind and her voice from crying out so much. The next day, Hodor found his way into her bedchambers again, but it was she that pounced on him this time, riding his cock as she envisioned her queen’s face.
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She sighed with relief as she sank onto his cock. One thing she always made sure of when she wasn’t pregnant was to drink moontea daily, but now that she was, she could let Hodor spill inside her without a second thought. She rolled her hips at a leisurely pace, enjoying how her lover stretched and filled her. Ned was large and his cock was enjoyable, but Hodor hit all the right places inside her. She loved Ned, was in love with Cersei, and very much in lust with Hodor.
Sometimes, he would find her around the castle. She couldn’t tell him no, even if she wanted to, and she rather enjoyed when he forced himself on her. She especially liked it when he bent her over the desk in Ned’s solar and pounded into her hard enough to made sitting difficult. She loved his cock almost as much as she loved her queen. She almost wished she could bear him a child, but her septa’s training prevented her from doing so.
One of the best things about Hodor was that he didn’t mind when Catelyn sometimes cried out Cersei’s name, that he didn’t care if Catelyn closed her eyes and imagined that the beautiful Cersei was fucking her with her giant cock, because if Cersei had one, Catelyn was sure it would be massively satisfying.
At night, Hodor often slept at Catelyn’s side, ready and willing to please the Lady of Winterfell at a moment’s notice.