Catelyn tried to hide the shame and anger that was coursing through her body. It was, unfortunately, a common state she found herself in ever since she had become Lady Stark.
She had been hopeful that Eddard would be a good husband. In most things, he was, but something essential was missing.
Children.
Catelyn had married young, far too young to have children, or so Eddard had claimed after he gave her the wedding cloak. That was something that endeared her to him at the time. In the view of a fourteen nameday girl, what could be more romantic than a man that cares for her wellbeing?
Unfortunately, that changed quickly when her Lord Husband greeted her at the war's end with a bastard in his arms.
Catelyn might have been young at the time, but that didn't stop her from feeling an intense dislike for the baby that would threaten her future children. That became doubly so when the servants of Winterfell started to treat the boy as if he was the heir.
Unfortunately, Catelyn learned that would be true for far longer than she had ever imagined.
Eddard had treated his bastard, Jon Snow, like he was the heir. This meant he was getting all the teachings an heir should get, making the servants even more sure that Jon Snow would be their future lord.
Catelyn had even heard of the rumors claiming she was barren, so the noble Lord of Winterfell had no choice but to elevate his bastard as heir.
That enraged her more than anything else. Not the bastard becoming heir, that could be predicted by a simpleton. She was outraged by the claims that she was barren.
How would anyone know when Eddard hadn't touched her in their eighteen years of marriage? Catelyn had tried everything, but her husband had refused to give her a second look, though he often had a look of pity in his eyes when she tried to seduce him.
After years of neglect, Catelyn had given in to her fate and accepted that her life would be nothing like she imagined at the start of her marriage. Eddard loved the mother of his bastard so dearly that he didn't dare lay with his wife in fear of quickening her womb.
After all, Catelyn had come to know that her husband always intended for Jon Snow to be the Lord of Winterfell.
While that made Catelyn want to openly hate the bastard, she knew showing such emotions would be disastrous. The servants already watched over the bastard like they feared for his life when she was around him. However, any sign of hatred would likely get her kicked out of Winterfell by her Lord Husband.
Besides, Catelyn knew she had no place in Riverrun. Her father might have loved her, but she was no longer a young girl, but a woman of two and thirty namedays. A woman with no children of her own.
She needed Jon Snow to be amenable enough to let her stay in Winterfell after he became its lord.
However, Catelyn didn't think that her Lord Husband would get himself killed so quickly.
It wasn't in a battle or a fight of any kind, but rather a sickness that made him waste away astonishingly quickly.
The next few weeks were a blur as Jon Snow had suddenly been legitimized as Jon Stark and the lords of the North arrived to pledge fealty.
Catelyn was happy she was ignored during this time. She couldn't have bothered to try and seem saddened by Eddard's passing. After all, he was a man that denied her children and unintentionally ruined her reputation by keeping her childless.
She was coming to terms with her future until she received a letter from her father.
Catelyn unfolded it again to stare at what was written, and while she wanted to refuse her father's advice, it made more sense the more she thought about it.
My Lady Catelyn,
I hope this letter finds you in good health. It has been some time since we last corresponded, and much has transpired since then.
I send my condolences for the passing of Lord Stark. He was a man that was noble and true, and I was glad to hear that he could get you with child to carry on his legacy before the tragedy.
I hear that the newly legitimized Jon Stark takes after his father. It must be comforting to you that there is such a reminder still in the halls of Winterfell.
I hope to hear good news of my future grandchild.
Yours,
Hoster Tully
Catelyn had never told her father she was with child, and he wouldn't mistake something that momentous without reason. And the reason was evident in the letter. Her father wanted Catelyn to lay with Jon Stark and let his seed take root.
She eventually crumpled the letter and threw it in the fire. If her father permitted her to be a whore, so be it.
Catelyn had always wanted children of her own, and she certainly didn't love her late husband enough to deny what her father wanted. With the way the bastard looked at her when he thought she didn't notice, it wouldn't be difficult to bear his child. After all, bastards were known to be lustful creatures.
Catelyn ran her fingers lightly from her breasts to her narrow waist, stopping at her wide hips, and wondered if the bastard had lain with a woman at all. She was confident that even if he had, there would be none that could possess her beauty.
There was a reason the bastard couldn't keep his eyes off her, even when plenty of maids would willingly open their legs for him.
[Break]
Jon had escaped to his chambers for a moment of peace. He hadn't been able to grieve his father's passing with the amount of work hoisted on him.
His days had been filled with endless meetings that seemed to have no end. And if that wasn't bad enough, his late father's wife had been acting… odd. It made him fidget in nervousness and, to his shame, some anticipation, never truly having a moment to rest.
Lady Catelyn was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, and she might be giving him affection that made his blood roar. Still, Jon had no intention of marring his father's memory. Especially since the change in behaviors was due to losing her husband,
A small part of his mind reminded him of the times his father said he wished he had never married Lady Catelyn. Not because she wasn't a good wife but because his father knew he wasn't a good husband to her.
That didn't change the fact that Lady Catelyn did marry his father.
So even when Jon was tempted to stare at Lady Catelyn's abundant cleavage in her low-cut dresses, or wonder what it would feel like to have her full lips against his, or the numerous times he took his cock in hand while thinking of making Lady Catelyn carry his children, nothing could happen.
Nothing should happen.
No matter how much Jon wanted to throw Lady Catelyn onto his bed and mount her until she dripped with his seed.
Jon groaned at that thought as his cock grew stiff in his breeches. He closed his eyes and imagined having Lady Catelyn lying on his bed with her legs open to welcome him between them. Her beautiful smile as he slid his cock into her and her whispers of how much she was looking forward to carrying his bastards.
The thought of having bastards of his own always brought a sick feeling of pleasure to Jon. Especially when it was with Lady Catelyn, the woman who always looked at him coldly, not enough to feel like hate, but neither did it contain love.
Jon slid his hand under his breeches and shuddered when he lightly stroked his shaft. That fantasy was fine as long as it stayed a fantasy. While he didn't have the worst upbringing, Jon was keenly aware of his bastardy and didn't want to put that on any child of his.
"My Lord? May I enter?"
Jon's breath hitched as his hand froze on his cock at hearing the woman he was fantasizing about outside his door.
"A-A moment, my lady," Jon stammered as he pulled his hand out and shifted the bed coverings to hide his hard cock. He should just tell her he wasn't in the mood for company, but it would be exceedingly rude to do that to his late father's wife.
Jon had to keep reminding himself who Lady Catelyn was to stop acting on his desires.
Lady Catelyn was his late father's wife. Someone he should not desire and someone he was sure had no desire for him.
Lady Catelyn was his late father's wife. Jon definitely couldn't think of her in his bed.
Jon cleared his throat and said in a deeper voice, "You may enter."
The door opened to reveal Lady Catelyn in clothes that seemed far too inappropriate. Jon's eyes darkened when he thought of her walking through the halls to get to his room, passing numerous guards that saw too much of the Lady of Winterfell.
"My Lady, what are you wearing?" Jon's voice was sharp.
Catelyn hid her smirk at the anger in the bastard's eyes. Since she decided to get him to impregnate her, it had been going far smoother than expected. It would only be a matter of time before the bastard lost his composure and unleashed his lust on her.
Catelyn was even anticipating it at this point. She had gone for over thirty name days without the touch of a man. It would be a relief to break that streak.
"My Lord?" Catelyn acted clueless, "Is there something wrong with my dress?"
Jon glanced at the cleavage bulging from the top of her dress and moved his eyes down to her middle. The sheer lace most of the dress was made of did nothing to hide her flat midriff and tiny waist.
Jon wanted to blind the men that had seen her in this state. He was the Lord of the castle, and he wasn't fond of others eying what belonged to him.
Jon blinked when he realized what he had just thought. He tried to erase that from his mind, but it wasn't the first time he had become possessive of what he considered his. However, this was the first time Lady Catelyn was put in that category.
He had a sinking feeling that this wouldn't change, making it much harder for Jon to keep his honor.
"My Lady," Jon's voice was gruff, "Perhaps it would be best if we no longer met in private. Others would think it inappropriate."
"That's a shame," Catelyn crossed her arms under her ample bust, "I had thought we were getting closer."
Jon gulped as he tried to keep eye contact with her and avoided looking at the soft tits in which he wanted to bury his face. "I'm not what you mean, my Lady."
"Don't you?" Catelyn sauntered closer to the bed, smirking when his eyes landed on her breasts as they jiggled from her steps, "I need to find a man for comfort, my Lord. I had hoped you would be amenable."
Jon wanted to pull her down and impale her on his cock for acting like a whore. But Lady Catelyn was his late father's wife, and he couldn't do that.
"Of course, if you can't bear the thought of laying with me, I would be thankful if you gave me permission to take a lover," Catelyn pretended like she couldn't see the rage in the bastard's eyes, "You know my relationship with your father was not one that could be called a true marriage. I stayed faithful to him to honor my vows, but that is no longer required."
Jon's mouth dropped at hearing such an outrageous request. His impression of Lady Catelyn had been of coldness and piety, but what he was hearing now was the complete opposite. Was this who she truly was?
"… You dare to ask me this?" Jon sounded calm, but he was a touch away from his breaking point, and Catelyn knew that.
"My Lord, if you choose not to use the cock you are attempting to hide, I shall find another for my use."
Jon looked down to see that the covering did nothing to hide his cock standing proudly like a pole. "Very well."
Catelyn gasped when the bastard finally lost control, grabbed her by her waist, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her legs were pressed against the frame as the bastard held onto her. He had swept the bed covering off him and stopped bothering to use it to hide his erection.
"I'm assuming you choose to do it yourself, my Lord?" Catelyn asked casually, even though she could feel the bastard's hand sliding from her hip to her arse.
"I'm only doing this to protect my father's honor," Jon growled as his fingers sank into her fat arse, "I don't need rumors of the Lady of Winterfell acting like a whore."
"Very honorable, my Lord," Catelyn said without missing a beat at the insult, "You are truly your father's successor."
*SMACK*
Catelyn yelped at the sharp stinging sensation on her ass before she felt the bastard rubbing her arsecheeks greedily, most likely under the guise of reducing the sting while actually groping her.
"You should watch how you speak to me, my Lady," Jon moved to sit properly on the side of the bed, his feet flat on the floor with Lady Catelyn standing between his legs. "I am no longer the boy you knew."
Jon had his face level with her huge tits. He could fulfill his fantasy of burying his face between these unfairly perky globes and licking every inch of cleavage he could see. That was precisely what he did.
"Oh!" Catelyn gasped when Jon let go of her fat arse and clamped down the side of her large breasts, pressing her soft globes on his face as he tried to cover her deep cleavage with his spit.
She laughed in amusement and held the bastard's head to her breasts. He says he's no longer a boy, but he predictably went to the part of her body that was most desired by babes.
"That's it, my Lord," Catelyn purred as she shivered at the rough, wet tongue gliding over the soft skin of her breasts, "Show me how much you want me by your side. Be the first man to claim my body."
Jon pulled back with wide eyes, leaving her cleavage shining with his saliva. "You've never had a man, my Lady?"
"My father…" Jon trailed off, unsure of how to phrase his question.
"Never," Catelyn said firmly, pushing the bitterness with her late husband aside to make the bastard even more lustful toward her, "I was too young when we married, and he had never visited my bed since."
As Catelyn predicted, she felt the bastard's cock twitch against her thighs. She knew a boy like him couldn't help but desire a woman with a noble standing like her to fall into his clutches.
Catelyn started to have some doubts about her assumption when the bastard stared at her for more than a few seconds without touching her. Perhaps it was wrong of her to say she was untouched? Since bastards were known to be lustful, maybe he preferred to think that her late husband fulfilled his duties so he could prove that he was better.
Just when Catelyn was about to backtrack and create a lie, she was pushed back and suddenly found his lips slammed into hers. Her tongue was utterly dominated by the bastard's as he tried to taste every bit of her mouth.
When they separated, Catelyn blushed at the string of saliva connecting their lips until the bastard slurped it into his mouth before kissing her again. Her eyes widened when she felt him pushing their combined spit past her lips before pulling away slightly.
"Swallow, Lady Catelyn," Jon growled into her lips.
Catelyn cursed him in her mind and tried to keep a straight face while following his orders. She had to remind herself that this was all about securing her future. Before she left this room, the bastard had to give her a womb full of his seed.
"That's right," Jon muttered as he started to feel her soft curves again, "I can see you don't think highly of me, my Lady. But that doesn't matter, does it? That won't stop you from being a whore for me."
Catelyn's eyes flickered when the bastard took her breasts into his hands again, digging his fingers into her soft flesh before tightly pinching her hardened nipples.
"If you don't tell me what you truly think of me," Jon bent his head to kiss her cleavage, "I might have to call the guards to remove you."
Catelyn tried to step back from shock, but the bastard's hold on her tits prevented her from moving. She stared at him to see if he was being serious, but the bastard was too busy leaving bites on her cleavage.
Catelyn ignored the bastard and moaned softly to remind him what he was doing to her, as if the soft globes in his hands weren't enough.
"Nothing to say?" Jon released her tits and stood up, unmindful of his cock pushing into Catelyn's stomach, "Then I must ask you to leave, my Lady. I prefer honesty with the people around me."
"Fine, bastard," Catelyn spat, "Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Jon stilled before a slow smile formed on his lips, "That's exactly what I want."
*SMACK*
Jon's lips muffled Catelyn's yelp as he greedily plundered her mouth while holding her tight to his body, feeling her soft curves press against him.
After Jon released her from the kiss, he said, "By the time I'm done with you tonight, you won't be able to live without this bastard's cock."
Catelyn gasped when Jon ripped the flimsy excuse of a dress off her body to reveal her voluptuous curves without anything covering them for the first time.
"These fucking tits," Jon growled as he cupped them in his palms, "I always thought it was a shame that they were never used."
Catelyn raised an immaculate eyebrow in question as the bastard started to lick around her pink nipple before giving it a hard suck. He was thorough with his attention to the tips of her breasts, offering both an equal amount of his time.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to feed from them, bastard," Catelyn sneered at Jon, "Or do you not know how that works?"
*POP*
Jon released a spit-soaked nipple from his mouth and claimed Catelyn's lips again, making her moan like the whore she revealed herself as.
"Oh, I know, my Lady," Jon squeezed her large tits. He nipped her jawline, "And I am debating whether making you bear my bastard would be a fitting punishment for daring to think of getting a lover. That way, I could break my fast on your teats."
Catelyn had to stop herself from slapping the lusty bastard. The milk she would produce would be for the babe that would result from this night, not for him.
However, if that was what he wanted to hear, Catelyn would oblige.
"I should have known," Catelyn's voice dripped with righteousness, "Only bastards like you would imagine such a thing. Just because you are now called Jon Stark doesn't change your birth."
Jon would be enraged if he hadn't been reminded constantly of his self-worth by his father. A strange thing to be thankful for with what he was doing with Lady Catelyn. However, Jon justified himself by remembering his father's regret at marrying the woman.
"Then so be it," Jon decided, "It would be fitting to seed you with my bastard to teach you how to love one. I would be doing the North a favor by providing another son or daughter with Stark blood."
Catelyn's tits heaved in excitement, causing her to moan when Jon bit her nipple and gave it another hard suck. His cheeks were hollowed with the force it was pulling at her tit.
*POP*
Catelyn felt her untouched cunt drip in arousal as her juices flowed down her legs. She never imagined she would enjoy a bastard playing with her body in this way.
"I can't wait to taste the milk you'll make for our babe."
Catelyn's legs shook as she tried to rub her thighs to lessen the itch between her legs. All she could think was that it would happen. She would finally have a babe of her own. So what if the babe was a bastard? Catelyn would make sure that nobody would ever know of that fact. She would use Jon Stark's lust for her to keep him quiet.
"Kneel for your Lord, Lady Catelyn," Jon ordered as he dropped his breeches, holding his large shaft to point his cock at her.
He didn't try to deny that watching the woman who looked down at him being subservient brought up a feeling of triumph.
Catelyn flinched when the bastard's cock bounced off her lips, leaving a dollop of precum that seeped past her closed lips. Being a lady that followed the seven, a part of her was revolted when she felt her cunt's juices increase down her legs. She wasn't supposed to like the taste of the bastard's cock, or what came out of it. Catelyn had been taught that a man's cock was only supposed to go inside her cunt. Her mouth was no place for it.
"Open," Jon ordered as he tapped Catelyn's full lips with his cock.
Catelyn found herself following the bastard's orders despite her previous teachings telling her how wrong this was. She comforted herself that since it was a bastard that she was going to lay with, it was expected to do things that were frowned upon by the seven.
"That's it," Jon groaned when his sock entered Catelyn's warm mouth, "You never thought you would be sucking on a bastard's cock, did you?"
Jon didn't expect her to answer with a full mouth as he gathered her beautiful red hair in his fist to push her face down his cock. He savored the feeling of his cock running over her tongue until he felt his tip hit a small opening.
*GLACKH*
Jon pulled his cock out and held onto Catelyn's hair to keep her close as she coughed harshly. She looked up at him with watery blue eyes filled with anger, which only made his cock harder.
Catelyn opened her mouth to say something, but Jon would never know what since he plugged her mouth with his cock the moment her lips parted.
*GLACKH*
Jon didn't pull out this time. He made short thrusts into her mouth, trying to stop just before he hit the entrance of her throat. Of course, with this being the first time Jon had his cock sucked, he often failed.
*GLURKH*
"By the gods," Jon hissed as his cock twitched, "This is where you belong. On your knees with your mouth pleasuring a bastard."
Catelyn's eyes widened when her mouth suddenly bulged with seed. It escaped her stretched lips before she started to swallow rapidly to savor the taste she had found to be her liking.
"Gods," Jon groaned, holding Catelyn's at the end of his cock while he stroked the remaining cum into her sucking mouth.
Catelyn was barely able to clear her mouth of the cum lining her mouth before she found herself on the bed, facing the ceiling. That view was quickly replaced by Jon Stark when he climbed on top of her.
Jon cupped her huge tits and pushed them together, giving hard sucks to each of her nipples before claiming Catelyn's lips, to her surprise.
She had often heard maids complaining of their husbands avoiding kisses after taking their cocks into their mouths. She expected the same from Jon. That clearly wasn't the case.
"This is what I expect from you every night," Jon whispered into her lips after breaking the kiss, "And rid yourself of being allowed to find other lovers. The Lady of Winterfell belongs to the Lord, and I don't intend on giving you away."
Catelyn moaned and spread her legs to give Jon better access to her cunt. Like with many things the bastard was saying, she should be furious at what she was hearing, but this was the first time a man had shown such possession over her. Well, there were others, but they had no chance due to her noble birth. The bastard pawing at her was the one that had her naked under him.
"Then make it worth my while, bastard," Catelyn gave Jon a sultry smile, "Make me forget about other men."
Jon let go of her breasts, hooked Catelyn's long legs under her knees, and pushed them higher until she could wrap them around his waist. He gripped her birthing hips and thought it would have been a waste if he had never done this.
Lady Catelyn was clearly meant to birth heirs, and it would be a shame if he didn't pump her with seed until she carried his babe.
In a smooth motion, without a hint of hesitation, Jon sheathed his cock inside Catelyn's tight pussy. Her dripping wetness soaked his length and helped him enter the previously untouched cunt with relative ease.
"By the gods!" Catelyn squealed as she felt the new sensation of a cock splitting her pussy open. She had thought it would be painful, but she must have been told lies by her septa.
Jon moved his hands from her wide hips to her arse, gripping her cheeks tightly, and he tried to shove more cock into her tight cunt.
"Is this what you wanted?" Jon hissed at Catelyn, "To have my cock this deep inside you?"
"I-I…," Catelyn stuttered as her pussy tightened around his cock, feeling lightheaded and the newness of everything.
Jon pulled out slightly and thrust harshly, his balls slapping onto her fat arse. "What was that?"
"G-Give it to me!" Catelyn moaned, "Fuck me and put your bastard in my womb!"
Jon began to thrust into cunt rapidly, the sound of his hips slamming into her fat arse filling the chamber, with the sound of Catelyn's moans quickly catching up in loudness. He would be concerned about others hearing the Lady of Winterfell moaning like a worse in his room if he could be bothered to care.
The only thing on Jon's mind was to get the whore under him with his babe so she would belong to him. His repeated pounding into her gushing cunt was relentless as his thick cockhead battered her cervix with each thrust. Neither of them knew of it, but this was supposed to be painful for a woman that didn't have Catelyn's unique qualities.
Her unique qualities being that she was a woman that was built to birth heirs for some lucky Lord. That lucky Lord now happened to be Jon Stark, and it would be bastards rather than heirs.
Catelyn moaned whorishly when she felt Jon's cock enter a new place inside her body. If the previous sensation was enough for her to orgasm around his thrusting cock, what she now felt made her feel like her world went white with pleasure.
The orgasm forced a shrill wail of pleasure out of Catelyn's mouth. Jon slammed his lips against hers to swallow her scream to avoid alerting the entire castle that their Lady was being fucked.
Jon grunted into Catelyn's lips as her cunt tried to milk his cock of his seed. It was already a miracle that he could last this long. However, the thought of filling the woman underneath him with his seed and making her carry his babe pushed him over the edge.
"Take it!" Jon yelled after breaking the kiss. He frantically pounded into her spasming cunt, "Take my seed!"
When he came, Catelyn's legs tightened around Jon's body to hold him deep inside her. She squirmed when she felt his cock shoot load after load of virile cum into her. A loud moan escaped Catelyn's lips as she felt a final orgasm rip through her body as Jon claimed her mouth with a sense of accomplishment.
Jon, the former bastard of Winterfell, had ensured that Lady Catelyn would swell with his babe. And if that wasn't yet the truth, it would be after he filled her with his seed over and over in the coming days.
[Break]
Catelyn was taking tired breaths as she held her newborn babe. She was trembling with a combination of fear and excitement while looking lovingly at her daughter.
A daughter with gorgeous silver hair and purple eyes.
It suddenly made sense why Jon had a lust for her that was too much even for a bastard. It was because he was more. He had the blood of the dragon flowing through him, and now, her children would too.
With the Baratheon dynasty crumbling, Catelyn suddenly saw a much greater future for her and her children.