Note: This chapter contains sexual content, if you are not interested in its contents or are underage, you may skip the parts marked as R18+, you have been warned.
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"Hmm, so he succeeded in the first part." The so-called old geezer said.
He watched as Erlend revealed his dragons to his new vassals, the poor fools immediately falling on their knees, while some ladies fainted at the sight of the majestic creatures.
"With how powerful his ability is, it would be disappointing if he failed." A humanoid figure appeared, it seemed to be made up of stars, tens of hundreds of stars seemingly flying in odd patterns around his body, like a galaxy given form.
"You're one to talk, Mr. 'Supreme Entity'." The old man rolled his eyes at the galaxy-given form.
"I'll have you know giving my avatars overpowered abilities is a must especially once those r%6*3&s get tired of all the angst and bullshit that is all the rage these days."
"You just get a kick out of your avatars screwing over the timelines…"
"Can't deny that." S.E looked completely unrepentant.
"Focus S.E, what reward should I give Erlend?"
"He's a paranoid schmuck, just give him something that will help him secure his throne for his descendants." The galactic body shifted as he eyed the young king. "Most of the moves he's made so far have been to ensure his legacy."
"True… something to cement his House's grip on power." The old man hummed in thought.
He was not the first avatar he'd sent out to fix broken worlds or right wrongs, and neither was he the first avatar to become King. There were many ways he could go about rewarding the boy.
'His talent leans in quite heavily into ritualism and runes.'
"Say, don't you think Potterverse magic would fit quite well with his current abilities?" He voiced.
S.E raised his eyebrow at that, "You want to give him that bullshit magical system, won't that be a bit much."
"Why not, it would ensure he could not fail in his goal unless he truly fucks up."
"With his current abilities, he can flatten that popsicle wolf quite easily."
"He's far too cautious for that… The child will likely just seek a way to kill off the wolf spawn discreetly, though I doubt it will work."
"That's the issue of your avatars, they're always so fucking cautious, life ain't a fucking chessboard."
"Says the guy, whose avatars unintentionally turn their girls into deres."
"Fuck You!"
"We're singularities S.E, it's not impossible to fuck ourselves."
"You know damn well what I meant, Gandy."
"Now you're just being childish."
"I'm a ROB, I can afford to be childish."
The old man rolled his eyes at his friend's reasoning, it was a stupid one, but a commonly used one among their little group.
He shuddered when thinking of that crazy bitch that S.E called a sister. Unlike the rest of them, she only had a single avatar, considering she turned him into a singularity. The poor lad definitely wouldn't know what hit him.
Wasn't it time for him to start his own set of adventures? Sending a prayer to the poor soul, he turned his attention back to his avatar.
Erlend was far too cautious with his approach to things. While that was an admirable trait and one of the main reasons he'd chosen him for this particular task, it also held him back in how effective he could be in the short term.
Unlike most reincarnations, he didn't need to worry about a Maester conspiracy. Then again it took only one pious fool lord to steer up trouble which could snowball into a full-scale rebellion.
The Westerosi-verse was by far the most likely place for Murphy's law to be applied, as shown by how much of a headache the ice popsicle would become.
As long as he didn't do anything too obvious, the lad should be fine.
"Right then, Potterverse magic it is." Chucking a transparent ball of light under him, the Old man watched as the ball sped toward his avatar.
Only he and S.E could see it, it would be interesting to observe Erlend make use of it.
…
(Erlend Mudd, Firmridge)
Understandably, Erlend had panicked when the ball of light had first appeared.
Moments after the Stormlanders and Northerners had sworn their allegiance, it had suddenly shown up out of nowhere, speeding down from the sky and heading his way.
If he hadn't noticed the fact that no one else seemed to be able to notice it, a sudden earthquake would've hit the area and killed off a major portion of Westeros's aristocracy.
Fortunately for the lords and ladies present, they were unable to see the ball, thus they were safe from his admittedly over-reaction.
As for what the ball was, well the mental message that came with it explained its purpose.
'Lad, you're too paranoid for your own good, here take some Potterverse magic as a gift for ascending the throne, it should ease your worries a bit once you can make proper use of it. Now stop dilly-dallying and get to work.'
Potterverse magic is one of the most versatile of its kind, it was quite literally what the author wanted it to be. In a world like Planetos, this magic could turn a peasant into a sorcerer-king with no equal.
Of course, as long as they weren't idiots, or shared the lack of common sense that seemed to be rampant within the Potterverse.
Truthfully, Erlend had no idea if family magic was an actual thing in Rowling's world. But right now, that wouldn't stop him from developing a version of it for his own family.
He was beginning to suspect that 'Lord of Nature' could not be inherited. Primal magic like that had to have a catch. Although there was a chance they'd get a minor version of adaptability, it was unlikely they'd get his most powerful ability.
Now, with this reward, he could be more at ease that his descendants wouldn't completely be powerless, magic-wise anyway.
Profusely thanking the old man in his head, as soon as everything was done with, Erlend rushed back to the Godswood within his Fortress and immediately began exploring the magic.
To properly power magic, you need magical energy, sufficient focus, intent, and emotion. They were the key factors in getting magic to do what you wanted it to do.
Imagination and Visualisation also play a role, but that was more on how you wanted to be achieved rather than allowing it to occur.
As of the moment, Erlend didn't need the spells that most were familiar with when it came to the wizarding world.
No… his main focus was the runes and ritual branches that came with the Potterverse magic, both of which would greatly secure his House's future. He wanted to ensure his dynasty would last several millennia, surpassing even the Starks.
One of the most practical ideas he had was to create objects that he could give to the major houses and that they would keep as heirlooms, woven into these 'gifts' would be charms and runes that influenced the wearer to be more accepting of his line.
The issue was that the magic he had was too primal and tended to overdo it, ergo any attempt to carve runes into small items either fizzled out or outright destroyed it. Senya had tried to help him on the matter, but she had never truly focused on runes before and could do very little.
With Potterverse magic, he no longer needed to worry so much about it. Now having the means to do so without breaking the item.
Granted not all was well, this time his immense magical powers which only got larger thanks to the maturity of his children worked somewhat against him.
Before such an issue mattered very little, since he only needed to shield his magic from affecting those around him, concentrating it on his aura, which gave people a sense of intimidation and awe.
Making him appear larger than life to them, and reducing any negative emotions they had towards him. In gaming terms, he was maxing out his charisma stat.
The Potterverse magic had its downsides, in that getting that particular magic meant he'd have to actively reign it in and increase the control he had over it. Accidental magic was not something he wanted to happen out in the open.
His dragons helped in that he was able to channel his emotions through them, but it wasn't a long-term option, considering his children wouldn't be able to do the same.
Speaking of his unborn children, he was still leery about giving them Dragons.
While his draconic children were unlikely to harm his flesh and blood. They weren't going to bond with them. Despite their young age, they were proud beings, who were probably smarter than any dragon preceding them.
Not to mention the bond he shared with them was both unique and unshakable.
If he allowed them to get their own Dragons, contingencies would have to be made to avoid a second Dance of the Dragons.
There was also the issue of other Houses getting their hands on Dragonriders through marriage.
Magic could only do so much before inbreeding starts to kick in.
Rituals could go a long way in combatting the effects of inbreeding, but then he would have to deal with the faith who would no doubt have a very strong opinion about such a practice.
On one hand Potterverse magic was going to solve a lot of his problems, on the other hand, he still had a shit ton of issues to deal with and that's without adding the issues that particular form of magic would bring with it.
'What kind of fucking bullshit is this!'
(A/N: Ha, just be happy I am not nerfing you.)
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"Petrificus Totalus!"
An assassin found himself unable to move much to his confusion.
Only to be impaled by a spear made of the earth at the next moment, never knowing the cause of his death.
"This could prove useful, now let's make it non-vocal," Erlend murmured.
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"Reparo!"
The broken shards of the glass cup came together as they were fused back together, looking as if it had never been shattered in the first place.
Around Erlend were various broken items he'd placed near the godswood.
"This will be quite convenient for when the kids get crazy."
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"Wingardium Leviosa!"
A sufficiently large pot floated atop the terrified assassin's head.
Erlend motioned his hands casually downwards, allowing it to fall on the poor sod's head, this was his 8th try.
"Well at least you're finally dead, granted you might have had brain damage before that…" Looking thoughtfully at the broken pots that could be found on the freshly made corpse, Erlend motioned his hands again. "Reparo!" He said.
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"Daddy, what are you doing?" Rhaenys had rushed into the godswood, after finding her father's whereabouts from a servant.
She could barely hear him murmur something, Lapifors? What was that?
Before she could ask any questions, her father turned around, and in his arms was an adorable bunny.
"Sweety, how about a new playmate for Balerion," Erlend said, receiving a baffled look from Rhaenys.
There was an awkward silence that lasted only a few moments before it was interrupted by a loud squeal as his daughters rushed to grab the startled bunny from her father's arms.
Seeing Rhaenys excited expression, Erlend smiled warmly, only to pause as it dawned on him that he hadn't made it a permanent transformation.
"Shit… what was the damn spell?"
"Daddy Language!"
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A tired Erlend made his way back to his chambers, it had been an exhausting yet fulfilling day.
While he didn't really need the spells branch of his newly acquired magic at the moment, that didn't mean he wouldn't explore it. He was given the chance to bring to life some of his childhood fantasies.
You bet your ass he would take the chance. Any self-respecting Potter fan would have done the same.
He noticed a presence in his chambers, Erlend entered his chambers to find a rather pleasant surprise.
A barely clothed Catelyn Tully lay atop his bed, her seductive body highlighted by the moonlight, a hungry look in her gaze, as she eyed him like a piece of meat.
Taking a long look and imprinting the rather breathtaking sight in his mind.
'I seem to have suddenly regained all my strength.'
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(Erlend Mudd, Firmridge)
With all the major lords and ladies present, Erlend had decided to take advantage of it and wed Catelyn Tully as soon as possible.
Naturally, he had sought Visenya's thoughts on the matter before doing so, after a passionate few days of 'persuasion', she finally agreed. However, Erlend suspected she was likely faking her objection since she never showed any actual interest in getting married.
He didn't need to guess why that was the case, it was pretty obvious once you were aware of her history.
Catelyn for her part didn't seem to mind, the victorious look she sent both to her sister and Elia amused him if nothing else. As per custom, they would be married in front of the Seven, he did have some thoughts of doing so in front of the old gods, but that was a bit too much at the moment.
It wasn't like their vows would change anything, aside from making their relationship 'official' in the eyes of everyone else. Since Catelyn and Lysa had entered Firmridge he had spent his nights either with one of his three lovers present or sometimes all of them together.
If the maiden had any problem with that, then she could come down and tell him herself. He didn't need a bloody Septon doing so.
Speaking of the faith, they haven't made any moves against him. Unsurprisingly, the burning of King's Landing had led to the death of a significant portion of the upper ranks of the clergy including the High Septon had left them effectively headless chickens.
As for why they hadn't left King's Landing, it was probably due to the fact that not even Tywin was arrogant enough to have his men ransack the Great Sept, so most of them had taken shelter in there, only for it to become their tomb as shit went haywire.
Tradition demanded that Catelyn be pure before marriage, which was somewhat pointless considering he already took it. You have to love ripple effects, Erlend even suspected his Uncle Jon deliberately put off his wedding to Lysa just so he could chuck her his way, as for why Ned didn't marry Catelyn, he didn't want to implicate her in their rebellion should things go south.
Fair enough, being the daughter of a traitor was slightly better than being the wife of one and birthing said traitor's son and heir. He always wondered if his presence made Ned Stark more intelligent, maybe…
There had been a bit of discussion on the whole marriage thing, the Tyrells wanted him to marry Janna, the Hightowers wanted Malora, the Dornish wanted Elia, and the Stormlands and the North just wanted everything to be done and over with so they could go back home.
He didn't have to put his foot down on the matter, Uncle Lorimas had shut them up pretty quickly on his behalf. Sure as was typical, there was some pushback from a few lords who were eyeing the lands that came with marrying Catelyn, but he ignored them.
After a bit of discussion, it was decided the wedding would be held at the Stoney Sept, which had been renovated and upscaled after his conquest of the Riverlands.
The House that had originally held the town had been wiped out by the Vance Coalition, having refused to join their cause. This was one of the key factors contributing to his enemies leaving the town.
A wise move considering how popular that House of Landed Knights was with the townsfolk. The town and a portion of the lands around it would become one of the five territories under the special jurisdiction of the Banners, turning it into a veritable fortress.
The Twins, Blackwater (King's Landing), Stoney Sept, Stoneyhead, and Fieldstone made up the territories from which these fortresses would be located. Each would be under the direct command of a Banner General, and the banners stationed in each territory would be rotated every few moons.
This also meant that an invading army from any neighboring Kingdom would have to take them down if they wanted free reign on the Riverlands.
Erlend had never had any intention of disbanding the Banners, though like with the Great Lords, contingencies would have to be put in place to avoid the same fate the Emperors of Rome tended to face with their legions.
Catelyn had worried about the cost of the upkeep of all of this, those worries while valid weren't as troublesome as they first appeared. As every single one of the five fortresses was directly on the path of a key trading route, the added security of the Banners would increase confidence from merchants, bringing in trade.
The gold coming in from trade would go into maintaining each Banner situated in it, not to mention the taxes collected from the lands around it.
It wasn't a perfect system and there was definitely room for corruption, but it would have to do until he could properly adjust everything.
At least he didn't have to worry about feeding his people, with the Riverlands being largely self-sustaining thanks to its arable land and plentiful rivers, often leading to a surplus of food it could sell off.
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"Do you remember Tristan Mudd?" Lorimas asked his nephew.
"One of the worst commanders the night's watch ever had, and a stain, to our house?" Erlend raised his eyebrow at his uncle, curious about why he was bringing him up.
"I've been going through some of the books we brought with us from Summerswind Manor…" Lorimas started only to see the incredulous look on his nephew's face. "I read too you know."
"Yeah… every moon's turn," Erlend murmured, only to earn him a smack in the head from his annoyed kin.
"Yes… Well, you'll find it interesting that he wasn't killed by his disgruntled men, rather he disappeared beyond the wall." That brought Erlend to a pause, as he frowned at that little tidbit.
"Nothing was done to find him?"
"I reckon they couldn't be bothered, only a letter of condolences was sent to the then-reigning Mudd, and that's it."
"Why bring this up?"
"You were always fascinated with the Wall as a child, it seemed like something you'd like to know." Lorimas shrugged.
Erlend simply nodded at his uncle. While this info barely changed anything, it did bring an interesting prompt to mind. What happened to the Lord Commanders that tended to go missing beyond the wall?
Yes, one could point to the Wildlings, but that was just taking the easy way out. There were two alternative answers to this, one was the White Walkers and the second was the Children of the Forest.
He didn't know why the cold bastards would want the Lord Commanders, but the little demons might have attempted something similar to what they did with Bloodraven a long time ago, though that failed.
The sudden disappearance of Lord Commanders was surprisingly common when the first men's blood was still strong within Westeros.
Not one to let his nephew brood, "So… as your closest male relative. Perhaps I can give you some advice on the do's and don'ts." Lorimas jested.
"Goddamn it Uncle!"
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(Catelyn Tully, Stoney Sept)
Catelyn smiled happily as she got prepared for her wedding day. Her handmaiden had been helping her get ready for the past few hours.
"My lady you look radiant as the sun," her handmaiden complimented as she helped her get into her dress. "His Majesty will be spellbound by your appearance."
"I can't wait," Catelyn said, pride evident in her tone. "Lysa and Elia must be seething in jealousy!"
The maid simply shook her head in amusement at her lady's words, having long gotten used to the friendly rivalry that had developed between the king's lovers.
It was something the Royal Household had gotten familiar with in the past few weeks. There was some speculation among the staff that Lady Janna intended to become another of the King's paramours, but so far she has yet to gather the courage to do so.
They were only an hour away from the ceremony, so to say Catelyn was nervous was like saying the sky was blue.
"The smallfolk have been singing your and his Majesty's praises since the day has started, you'd think they were the ones getting married." the maid said jokingly, "The septons and most devout have been declaring it a blessed day to all who can hear."
Catelyn felt giddy at the fact she would finally be tied to her lover, having yearned for the ability to openly embrace her lover.
The melodious ringing of bells could be heard throughout the town, signaling her other half's presence within the ancient sept.
Catelyn felt an ache in her heart as she realized her father and Uncle weren't here to give her away. Instead, her Uncle Walter had agreed to take their place.
Her maternal family had been stripped of Harrenhal, though, in consideration to their relations with her, they had been granted Whitewalls and the moderately rich lands around it, maintaining their status as lords, if diminished ones.
Erlend had allowed her maternal kin to retain a significant portion of their wealth to restore Whitehalls to its previous glory, going even further to provide them with techniques that would cure the salted lands. Something she hadn't even known was possible.
(A/N: I sense magical shenanigans.)
They were also directly sworn to her husband, so they were largely protected from any lingering resentment that they had gained from their fellow vassals due to the deaths that occurred during the 'Siege of Harrenhal'.
"You're ready to go, my Lady," the maid informed her, having completed the finishing touches.
A polite knock on the door could be heard as Catelyn got up from her seated position and straightened out the folds of her dress. "You may enter." She said out loud.
Her elderly Uncle came in, the man appeared far older than he already was, but there was a strength in him still present. His eyes thought denoting an inner strength that contrasted with his frail appearance.
(A/N: The fact that the old geezer had lived this long in an environment like Harrenhal is impressive.)
"Are you ready Cat?" He asked, sending her a look of pride.
"Yes, Uncle," Catelyn replied cheerily.
"Let's not can't keep His Majesty waiting for too long." Opening the door properly for her to pass through.
Taking one last glance at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but beam with pride. The wedding gown was a deep shade of blue, with silver embroidery styled in various works of art over the gown. The silken gown was soft to the touch and tastefully showcased her figure without coming off as too provocative.
Her long auburn hair came down below her shoulders, having decided to forgo styling it outside of curling it. Giving her more of a relaxed look, instead of its usual styled look.
She looked breathtaking and she knew it.
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The Ancient Sept was positively packed with the major lords and ladies of the realm. Many sent her appreciative looks, as her Uncle walked her towards the altar.
She could feel the pure desire, appreciation, envy, and delight of those present, yet she paid them no heed. The only one she held in her eyes was her husband-to-be.
While walking towards the altar, she did catch glances of the Royal Guard all stationed around the sept, looking quite intimidating in their lightly armored attire.
She doubted anyone here would be stupid enough to do anything but as Erlend tended to say, better to be safe than sorry.
Speaking of Erlend, her lover held out his arm to her, a broad smile was visible on his face. "You look wonderful, Cat."
"Thank you," Catelyn responded, looking completely enamored with his appearance.
A light cough interrupted their staring, the old Septon that was presiding over them looking decidedly awkward at their interaction. "You may now remove the bride's maiden cloak and cloak her with your own, bringing her under your protection," He said to both Erlend and her Uncle.
(A/N: Mf's be giving the old geezer dog food as CN's would put it.)
Her Uncle did as told and removed her maiden cloak from her shoulders.
Erlend in turn wrapped the red-brown cloak around her, decorated with a golden crown, studded with bright emeralds, indicating her joining into House Mudd.
"We are gathered here today under the light of the Seven to witness the union of man and wife," the most devout intoned. "In the light of the seven, I bind you as one for eternity,"
The most devout then paused, "Look upon one another and say the words." he requested.
"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger," Catelyn uttered, "I am his, and he is mine. From this day until the end of my days".
"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger," Erlend echoed, "I am hers, and she is mine. From this day until the end of my days".
"With this kiss, I pledge my love," They said in unison, proceeding to kiss, thereby sealing the marriage.
"One flesh, one heart, one soul. Now and forever." the Most Devout declared.
The gatherers applauded the new couple, many shouting out their praises and congratulations to the young couple.
She looked forward to tonight as they accepted the good wishes of those gathered, there would be no bedding ceremony she knew, as Erlend had made clear that any who lay their hands on her would lose them.
Giving her husband a smoldering look, she preened at the envy she could feel from the ladies gathered.
'I have him all to myself tonight.'
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(R18+ Incoming)
Tossing Catelyn straight into the bed, Erlend leaned into his wife and captured her lips. He couldn't help but note that she tasted like lemon cake, apparently sharing her daughter's taste in that particular dessert. Their kiss got even more heated as time passed, trying to suck out each other's souls.
Finally pulling back, Erlend let his lover catch her breath as he began lightly kissing along her jaw, soft pants, and mewls escaped her lips as he did his best to explore her more in-depth.
It took a bit of convincing before he allowed her time to remove her silk gown, though she did her best to entice him throughout the process as he admired her exquisite form, revealing herself fully to him once more.
She was captivating, her soft curves and ample bosom gave her a mature aura that most women her age lacked. His eyes tracked her ample breasts as they swayed to her movement, rosy pink nubs visibly hardening at his lingering gaze.
Once ready, his wife stared at him unabashedly, demanding he continue where they left off. Like a true gentleman, Erlend moved to pleasure his partner, instead of capturing her lips he trailed his fingers upon the valley of her breasts.
Upon reaching her right nipple, he applied a bit of pressure, causing her to gasp in delight as he squeezed lightly on one of her most sensitive parts. Slowly Erlend increased the pressure as he sent light tremors through her body.
The more he increased the pressure, the stronger the reactions he got from Catelyn, her pants growing more desperate along the way. Not stopping there, he captured her left nipple between his lips, seemingly pushing her over the edge as she let out a loud gasp and leaned herself on him.
Her limp body shook all over, trying to steady herself to the best of her ability much to his amusement. Erlend gave his lover no quarter as his free hand moved towards her lower end, his fingertips trailing all over his fair skin, sending tremors through its path.
His finger finally reached her sacred flower, which was soaking wet with arousal and leaking all over their bed. Catelyn looked fairly embarrassed as she tried to avert her eyes elsewhere.
Proud at the reaction he got from his lover, Erlend's finger began tracing all over her puffy outer lips, slowly circling it as her hips bucked, wanting to feel him in her.
Visibly pouting at him, Catelyn urged her husband to go further, trying to tempt him with her sensual body, her clit swollen with arousal as whimpers escaped her lips.
Erlend didn't delay for long, slipping his finger inside of her slowly, letting her body adjust. Her insides honestly felt like molten lava on his finger, the feeling only getting stronger as he slipped a second finger in.
A louder moan escaped her lips as she arched in pleasure at his actions, paying no heed, Erlend curled his fingers inside her constantly, wanting to bring more and more pleasure to her.
It felt as if he was playing a particularly sensitive instrument that required the utmost concentration to achieve the perfect state.
His fingers did not stop, their constant movements driving Catelyn over the edge, as she spasmed in ecstasy for the second time this night. A deluge of her juices flooded his hand as they finally left her core.
Taking his fingers to his lips, Erlend smirked at her breathless gaze, lightly tasting her once more. Her gaze did not leave him when he moved his fingers to her lips. She obediently began sucking at his fingers, having long been used to it since their first night together.
Not satisfied, Erlend finally moved both his hands downwards, her soaked bud all ready for his next action. "I hope you're ready for more love since I'll be taking you now." His voice got her attention as she finally recovered, squirming into position as she fidgeted in anticipation.
The sight of her breasts swaying uncontrollably further stimulated his already aroused length.
Erlend lightly traced his lower half below her flower, allowing her juices to wash over it so that it would be easier for her.
"Hmm, don't keep me waiting too long dear." She let out, moaning at his ministrations.
"Don't worry about it, love." He whispered softly into her ear, kissing at her collarbone to distract her while he readied himself.
Lining up his length towards her core, Erlend slowly entered his wife.
Like always, the feeling was wonderful, her inner core wrapping tightly around his length. It was slow at first, as Erlend waited for Catelyn to adjust, there was no reason to rush this.
After moments had passed, his lover finally readied herself enough for him to go further. Simultaneously locking her lips with him, Catelyn's legs wrapped themselves around his hips, urging him to increase his tempo.
Making sure to keep his hands on her waist firmly, Erlend went deeper into his lover, who moaned into his mouth. He began to pound faster into her, no longer moving steadily as he bottomed out within the striking redhead.
Her moans only got louder, before abruptly ending as he pulled back much to her dismay. He could feel her agitation as she humped herself onto him in protest, he could feel her close once again.
Looking unabashedly at her mewling gaze, Erlend moved his hand onto her doughy rear, raising her before dropping her onto his length, going even deeper than before. As Erlend drove himself deep into her core, he could feel violent shudders all over his lover's body, which increased as he kept thrusting into her without mercy.
He could feel her climax approaching, her moans becoming more incoherent as he left her breathless and panting in wanton desire. Her walls tightened in anticipation, feeling his balls swelling for the first time tonight.
"I'm going to cum!" He said, gritting his teeth at the pleasure he felt.
His length remained strictly within her core, having every intention of breeding his lover thoroughly tonight. There was no need to warn Catelyn as she felt it herself, a loud scream of delight escaping her lips as they came in tandem, her eyes glazing over as she felt him seed himself deeply into her core.
Subconsciously she began moving up and down his length, wanting to ensure his seed filled every part of her dripping core as much as possible, Erlend did nothing to stop his partner, basking in the pleasure it brought him.
Her actions woke up his lower head immediately, his length stiffening once again and rearing to go.
Grabbing the spirited redhead's impressive rear, Erlend held her up so that they were eye to eye. The intent was clear between them, she wanted more and he was all too willing to provide.
(R18+ Ending)