The Conquest of the Dragon-Wolf Cap 4

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Catelyn couldn't take her eyes off of the creature that had just hatched from the egg, bits of shell still clinging to his slimy skin. The little whitish dragon shrieked and roared as it tried to stumble out of the chimney. And though the flames didn't seem to bother him in the least, he seemed eager to escape from there. It was only until Daemon approached him and picked him up in his hands that the dragon finally seemed to calm down and react positively to the bastard. Purring placidly at his touch and presence as he was cradled by him.

Being held by the bastard, Catelyn was able to get a better look at the creature. Its scales were as white as snow, with the hides and spine being a dark gray color and its eyes were a deep bright frosty blue. She watched as the bastard took the dragon with him and ignoring her completely moved to the other side of the room, with the creature climbing over him until it rested comfortably on his shoulders while Jon seemed to be looking for something inside his things.

It was during that moment that the dragon began to observe and analyze his surroundings, familiarizing himself with the place, and it wasn't many seconds before he finally rested his gaze upon her. Being the only other person in the room besides the bastard, the creature analyzed her for several seconds before letting out a small warning roar, making it more than evident his annoyance at her presence, as if she wasn't worthy of standing in front of him.

Instinctively that made Catelyn automatically duck her head and take a few steps back. Upon observing this, the creature breathed heavily through its snout letting out a small trail of smoke before directing its gaze straight ahead. Catelyn only dared to raise her head again after several seconds, at the same time she saw the bastard finally find what he was looking for.

Picking up his dragon, Daemon set it down on the table before untying the leather pouch and pulling out the meat he had saved for this specific case. And he was glad he did, he was so excited to feed his dragon, a real dragon, his dragon. Even just saying it felt unreal, he couldn't believe that Arya's idea had actually worked and that he had just decided to come out in the middle of his speech to Lady Stark.

Maybe it was fate, maybe it was random, maybe there really was a strong bond between him and the Stark women. Whatever it was, he would not complain about it.

Taking a thick, but not so large piece of raw meat, Daemon extended it to him at ....

I still have to think of a name for him. He thought, not being able to believe he had forgotten something so important, and it had to be a good one, since just like everyone else remembered the name Balerion 'the black dread', the dragon the conqueror rode, even after three hundred years had passed. Daemon was also sure that people would remember the name of his dragon, no matter how many years passed.

As he thought about some options, he noticed that, Hailstorm? Didn't seem very interested in the piece of meat. It wasn't a bad name, but not the right one.

“Aren't you hungry? You were just born; you should be hungry. You've had enough sleep, buddy.” Jon spoke to, Frostfang? as he tried to push the piece of meat back towards him.

No, that one didn't sound good either. Daemon thought as he cursed internally at failing to find a suitable name for his companion and at the same time at the lack of knowledge he had about dragons, he still needed to learn a lot about them. Dammit, I hope Stannis didn't do something stupid like burning the books in the Dragonstone library.

Daemon was snapped out of his thoughts when his dragon once again let out a roar mixed with an annoyed shriek as he looked completely indignant at the piece of meat in front of him. But this time it didn't stay still, as it moved over the piece of meat and opened his mouth wide as he seemed to be trying to regurgitate something, but it only took Daemon a few seconds to figure out what he really wanted to do. And his suspicions were confirmed when after much effort, Glacius? no, definitely not. It produced an ephemeral, but very noticeable burst of small blue-white flames, though it only lasted a second before evaporating into smoke.

His dragon recoiled in exhaustion at his effort and annoyed at not having been able to achieve his goal, raising his gaze to look at him expectantly before his gaze returned to the meat. 

Daemon smiled at finally being able to understand what it was he really wanted and said to him.

“You don't like raw meat, do you?”

His dragon roared in the affirmative and Daemon didn't need to know any more before he turned to the other person who still remained strangely silent in the room and spoke loudly to her, snapping her out of her trance.

“Lady Stark!” The lady of Winterfell jerked in surprise as she answered him startled.

“Yes?” Her blue eyes moving between him and the creature at her back.

Daemon watched with amusement as she no longer even seemed to cover her heavy breasts that were beautifully displayed before him. Moving closer to her, he couldn't help but put his hands back on those magnificent orbs that filled his hands so wonderfully, Catelyn moaned submissively as she felt him playing with her breasts and at no time did, she try to pull his hands away. But instead of continuing to tease her, Daemon took both ends of her corset and pulled it closed again. Although he couldn't get them all the way on as several buttons had flown off. Seeing this, this time Catelyn used her hands to try to keep her corset closed and prevent her big tits from escaping again.

"My dragon is hungry and he doesn't seem to like raw meat. Bring a frying pan from the kitchens so I can cook the meat and also to cage.” Behind him his dragon roared indignantly at that, making him smile in amusement and add. “Fine, forget the cage, but bring me something to drink, I'm thirsty.”

Even after he finished speaking, Lady Stark stayed in place for a few more seconds and looked like she wanted to ask him something, opening and closing her mouth several times before gathering enough courage and saying.

“Are you really going to make me go outside like this?” she said ruefully as she lowered her gaze to her destroyed corset and how she had to literally hold her breasts to keep them from showing.

Daemon didn't answer her and simply stared at her blankly, confused and seeing herself with no other options, Catelyn turned around and began to head for the door. When Daemon noticed that she was actually willing to go out like that just because he had ordered her to, he quickly stopped her when he said. “Wait.” Moving to where one of his trunks of clothes, Daemon pulled out a thick cloak and moving back over to her, he hugged her from behind and wrapped the cloak completely around her. “You didn't really think I was going to let anyone else see you like this, did you? After all, you are someone very precious to him.” Daemon finished by mockingly telling her before giving her a hard spank and dismissing her.

Watching her walk away with a satisfied grin, Daemon turned to his dragon and said amusedly.

“You know what? I think I understand why the Valyrian’s liked to keep slaves. They're so much fun to play with.”

Lady Stark was on his mind the whole time as he said those words. And that he had not yet begun to really play with her.

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Catelyn couldn't believe what was happening, she couldn't believe what she had just seen, she really couldn't believe it. Her shock had been so much that she actually almost walked out of the bastard's room with her tits in the air. But no one could blame her for that after what she had witnessed, it was something out of one of the fantasy stories Sansa loved so much. The bastard had a dragon, a real dragon, he might just be a baby now, helpless and completely harmless to anyone.

But Catelyn knew what that creature could become, he may be the size of a small cat now, but if the tales they told were true, he would grow to be as large as his ancestors once were. It was said that Balerion 'the black dread' could cover entire castles with his shadow and that his head was as big as a carriage.

Thousands of scenarios ran through her mind, about what she should do next. Perhaps if there was a moment where the dragon would be most vulnerable it would be now, the option of interrupting in the bastard's chamber with several guards loyal to her with the order to have the dragon slain crossed her mind. But she knew she should not underestimate the bastard, he was a much more skilled warrior than he had let on and if she failed in her mission, she wouldn't even dare to think about what would happen to her. So, leaving that option aside, she thought about what other options she had.

Though of one thing she was sure, bastard or not, there was no doubt that what Lyanna said was true. He was indeed the son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, for none but those with the blood of old Valyria had the ability to come that close to one of those beasts without being turned to ash. And now that he had a real dragon on his hands, as much as it bothered her to admit or accept it, the bastard had just become one of the most powerful and dangerous persons on the entire continent. For he was right when he said that it didn't matter if you had gold, powerful allies or even an army behind you when you rode on the back of a dragon. There was no weapon you could buy or castle you could hide in or army that could stand up to it.

And although it would be a few years before all that was possible, he still posed a great threat. And that forced her to think about the other option she had, if instead of opposing the bastard and trying to assassinate the beast. She decided to accept his proposal to marry Sansa and thus ensure her survival and that of her family by putting them on the right side in the war, which at this point Catelyn had no doubt would actually happen, sooner or later.

Deepening that thought, Catelyn began to think about how the continent would be divided in this new war, about who would be her allies and her enemies. No doubt her greatest enemies would be the crown and because of Robert's marriage to Cersei, the Lannister’s would be behind him. She did not know what to think about the Martell’s, she doubted they would side with the Lannister’s, their hatred for them was well known for what they did to Princess Elia and her children, but she also doubted they would support Jon's claim, since it was based entirely on the forbidden union between Rhaegar and Lyanna and Catelyn seriously doubted, they would be willing to listen to her sister-in-law's version. She also doubted about the Eyrie's position, Lord Arryn was married to her sister and had been the mentor and like a second father to Ned. But right now, he was also Robert Baratheon's Hand and had also been Robert Baratheon's mentor. Catelyn even felt sorry for the poor man, for he would be caught in the middle of it all, when the truth came out, she had no doubt that Robert would demand her husband's head.

 She didn't even give the Greyjoy’s a second thought, she was sure the treacherous and dishonorable raiders would seek their own benefit during the chaos as they always do.

As for her allies, she thought of the Tyrells, who in ancient times were close and faithful servants of the Targaryen’s, which they proved during the rebellion when they supported Prince Rhaegar. But times had changed and there would be no assurance that they would side with Jon. Although, perhaps the presence of the dragon would change their minds, at worst they would remain neutral. And that led her finally to her father, Lord Hoster Tully, who was possibly in the same position as Lord Arryn, her father had been an important piece during the rebellion and was a strong ally in helping to overthrow the Targaryen’s. Perhaps she could convince her to join her side, but to do so would mean openly opposing his other daughter.

Which of the two would he support? Her or Lysa. Would he side with a Targaryen when in the past he had gone to war to overthrow them? She was not sure.

 What she was sure of was that the continent would once again plunge back into complete chaos. A new war for the Iron Throne would once again devastate Westeros and she had to make her choice as to which side she would be on. On that would depend not only her survival, but also that of her family.

Finally realizing that she had reached the kitchen, Catelyn knew there was only one obvious choice. After all, she knew that no one could oppose the dragons. So, she knew she had no choice but to serve and obey, no matter how much she hated it, she had to do it for her daughter, for her family.

Family, duty, honor. Those were her words and that was the path she would take. Although, something told her that she would have to give up her honor and dignity to save her family.

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Daemon enjoyed his ale comfortably seated on his couch while enjoying the show. Nordur? comfortably lying on his shoulder. No, that wasn't it either.

Lady Stark was cooking the meat for his dragon using the hearth and frying pan he had ordered her to bring. He also ordered her to remove the cloak he had lent her, making her cook for him with her tits in the air while he placidly enjoyed his ale and the sight of her milky tits.

“It's ready.” She finally said, making Daemon finish the rest of his beer in one gulp and stand up.

His dragon flapping eagerly at the smell of cooked meat, Daemon didn't hesitate to grab one of the pieces of meat in his hand and offer it to the excited dragon. And this time, he did end up eating it in one bite. Watching this happily, he handed him the other pieces of meat one by one until he finished them all and made the little dragon let out a satisfying burp at the end.

Scratching his scales from the underside of his snout, Daemon asked Lady Stark.

“Beautiful, isn't he?”

“Yes, it is. A magnificent beast.” She said with clear nervousness, but also with much sincerity.

Smiling at that answer, Daemon held his dragon again and making it stand on his hands, he lifted it above him and made it begin to flap his wings, already eager to be able to take flight.

“He is just a baby now, but he will grow so big that he will be able to cover Winterfell with his wings. And when that happens, there will be no one to oppose me.”

Catelyn kept a serious expression and simply nodded, but inside she was utterly terrified, terrified of the power that had just been released into the world and above all, of who held and controlled this power. The power to decimate entire armies, to literally melt castles and the power to conquer any nation and easily crush any enemy that opposed him.

She had no choice but to obey, no matter what the bastard asked or demanded of her, she was willing to do anything to save her family. For no matter the power or armies King Robert had behind him, or the influence and gold of the Lannister’s, none of that would matter once the bastard's dragon grew. No one would be able to oppose him. That's why she would have to do whatever it took to get Sansa to marry him, her daughter would be a Queen.

“Frosfire.”

“What?” she asked in confusion, being pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the bastard mutter something.

“Frostfire.” He said again proudly as he looked at his dragon and the dragon looked back at him. “You like it, don't you?  I think it fits you perfectly.” Ignoring her completely, he continued to speak to his dragon. “You are the embodiment of all that I am, upon you I will rise above everything and everyone. You will burn my enemies and destroy the walls behind which they hide, you will make me a conqueror and a King. And together we will create a dynasty that will last a thousand years.”

Frosfire roared in the affirmative as he spread his whitish wings, Daemon was sure he had understood every word he had said. After all, they were bound by an unbreakable bond. Pulling him close to his face, Daemon brought his face towards him and Frosfire did the same, resting his head against his before beginning to rub affectionately against him. After a few seconds, he pulled away from Frosfire and finally deigned to turn to her and said with a smile.

“You know, I never thought it would be you I would be sharing this moment with, Lady Stark. I always thought it would be my mother by my side when my dragon hatched from her egg. But maybe there was a reason why you were here at this moment. Maybe it was even because of you that Frosfire decided to come out of his egg. Maybe he was eager to show himself to you?  Or maybe he was annoyed that you insulted his master so openly and with impunity?"

Catelyn blinked dumbly at his words and tried to speak quickly, her voice coming out awkward and nervous.

“I didn't mean to-”

But she was interrupted when Frosfire turned to her and roared furiously at her, causing her to back away fearfully.

 Daemon laughed at this and petted Frosfire, calming him down before moving to the corner of the room and sitting back down on his couch. Letting his dragon free, Frostfire decided not to move away from him and began to climb up the couch with his small, but sharp claws until he settled comfortably on the headboard.

“My dragon is not happy with you, Lady Stark. And neither am I, in fact I am insulted. I offered you the greatest honor any lady in the realm could receive, I gave you the chance to be the King's mother-in-law, for your daughter to be a Queen, the wife of a dragon rider.” Daemon said, stretching out each word, letting the weight of them fall on the Lady of Winterfell. “And you not only refused my offer, but belittled and insulted me. Any other King would cancel the betrothal for much less."

Catelyn quickly made a formal bow and remaining bowed before him with her forehead pointing to the ground, she said.

“Please do not break the betrothal to my daughter. I was wrong, I should be the one to be punished, not Sansa. I beg you; it is her dream to marry a prince and be a Queen, and I assure you she has been trained and schooled since she has been a child to fulfill her role perfectly. She will serve you well as a wife, as a Lady for your castle and as a mother to your children. She will make you happy.”

“Oh, I do not doubt Sansa's loyalty, Lady Stark. It is you I doubt, and I will need a clear answer. Are you willing to serve your King?"

Biting her lips nervously and still looking hesitant. Catelyn knelt anyway and leaning forward and resting her hands against the ground and resting her head on them, she declared.

“I will serve, my King.”

Daemon couldn't contain the huge smile that formed on his face at hearing that and said to her.

“You will need more than just words to prove your loyalty to me, Lady Stark.”

Assuming her role of complete submission again, Catelyn told him.

“I am yours to command, my King. in any way you wish.”

 This time, Daemon laughed aloud as he told her.

“I always knew you were a clever woman, Lady Stark. I knew you would make the right decision. And as a small reward, let me make you a promise. I will take good care of you, just as I will take good care of Sansa. After all, you both belong to me now."

“My daughter's safety and happiness is all I desire, Your Grace.”

"I plan to give much more than just protection and happiness to both of you, but I will also demand much in return, but this is not the time for that. So, why don't we cut the small talk and you show me what I've long dreamed of seeing for so long.” Daemon told her, before leaning back on the couch and ordering her. “Strip for me, Lady Stark. I want to see you, all of you.”

Catelyn nodded and standing up, took a deep breath before beginning to undress. Undoing the laces at the back of her corset, Catelyn finished removing the top of her dress completely, the rest of her dress falling under its own weight around her feet, leaving her only in her small clothes that covered her womanhood. With trembling hands, she pushed her small clothes to the floor and stepped out of them.

Daemon really couldn't help but be amazed at Lady Stark's stunning figure, even after five children. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in the North, second only to her mother, of course. Though he had to admit that her breasts were the most impressive he had seen so far, much larger and fuller than Lyanna's. She was also a bit plumper in the thigh areas and her hips, but impressively her ass still held firm and round.

Savoring his tongue, Daemon felt a twinge of regret at stealing Lord Stark's woman, but at the same time that feeling quickly faded in the excitement and hunger to devour this red-haired goddess. Apparently, after how far she had come, Catelyn still felt a bit shy and tried to cover her nakedness with her hands, but it was a poor attempt, as her thin arms could barely contain her huge breast.

“Don't cover yourself.” Daemon ordered her, before beckoning her with a finger to come closer to him.

Swallowing deeply, the lush redhead walked towards him until her huge breasts were only inches from his face. With a smile, Daemon gave her another command.

“On your knees.”

Obeying, Catelyn knelt in front of him. Daemon was already fully erect at the sight of having the Lady of Winterfell naked and on her knees before him, more than willing to obey his every command. Sitting up straighter again, Daemon leaned over her and holding her face with one hand, said mockingly.

“Who would have guessed that the respectful Lady Stark would be such an obedient little slut.”

 Placing his hand under her chin, he lifted her face before leaning over her and capturing her full lips in a demanding, deep kiss. Her full, soft lips molded to his as he ran a hand down her breast. Pulling away from her, Daemon gripped her face more firmly, and commanded.

“Worship your King's cock, Lady Stark.”

Stretching her arms out nervously, Catelyn began to untie the laces of his pants and pulled them down along with his small clothes. His cock sprang as if it were a spring, slapping her chin and causing Daemon to chuckle amusedly. Grabbing her hair, he roughly pulled her head forward, causing his length to rest on her pretty face and his heavy balls hit the underside of her chin. Her warm breath blowing over his shaft as she unconsciously let out a brief moan, her thoughts consumed by awe at his size and girth.

“Don't just sit there, kiss it, you fucking slut.” Daemon scolded her.

Catelyn quickly pursed her lips and began to lick the underside of his cock as Daemon dragged it back and forth across her face. As it fell to the side of her nose, she turned her head to follow him and her lips opened to wrap around his girth.

As Catelyn continued to worship his shaft, Daemon thrust his hips back, placing his head to her lips and relaxed his hand in her hair so that she could tilt her head down. And when he pushed forward, Catelyn obediently opened her mouth and took him in, lips stretched around his thick length. Daemon couldn't help but moan at the pleasure of her hot, sucking mouth and the way her tongue swirled around his tip.

"You're a fine little cock-sucking slut," Daemon praised her. “I can't wait to fuck the rest of your holes. Just like this.”

Squeezing his hands in her hair, he forced her to take him deeper. The fair lady of Winterfell gagged and retched noisily as his meaty shaft suddenly invaded her throat. With watery eyes, she looked at him pleadingly for him to let her breathe, but Daemon noticed the way she rubbed her legs together in excitement, showing her clear arousal. So, holding her still, Daemon relentlessly fucked her throat until her nose pressed against his groin. Holding her in place with his entire length wedged in her tight, spasming throat, he held her until her face turned red and she squirmed in place.

It was only after a few more seconds that Daemon finally released her and gave her a chance to catch her breath. But Catelyn only had a couple of seconds to rest before she felt Daemon's strong hand grab her by the hair again and practically drag her to the bed before throwing her onto it.

Lying on top of her, Daemon kissed her hungrily as his large hands slid from her hips to her breasts. Catelyn gasped against his mouth as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs grazing her hard nipples. A moan left them both as Daemon pressed his weight against her and his hard cock pressed against her thigh and her wet womanhood.

Pulling away from her mouth, Daemon slid his lips down her chin and neck, kissing and biting her delicate skin. Catelyn wanted to ask him not to leave any marks on her, but the only sound that came from her was a moan and she instinctively ran her slender fingers through his curly hair as she tilted her head back. Daemon continued his path from her collarbone to her breasts. Taking one in his hand, he kissed the entire contour of the other before taking the stiff nipple into his mouth.

“Daemon.” Catelyn moaned his name for the first time, arching her back erotically.

Daemon watched this with a smile and still unwilling to move away from her breasts, slid a hand underneath him until he reached her soft lips. Catelyn jerked her hips and spread her legs wider for him.

Daemon continued to tease her for a few more seconds before running his fingertip between her hot, wet folds. With a gasp, Catelyn bucked her hips towards his fingers. Rubbing his finger up and down between her lips to coat it with her arousal.

But even without giving her what she so desired, Daemon withdrew his hand and brought it back up to show his wet fingers bathed with her arousal to Catelyn before saying teasingly to the redhead.

"Not even the sluttiest whores of Wintertown get so wet by just sucking my cock. Or is it because I suck your tits? Does Lord Stark not give you enough attention?”

“Don't talk about my husband.” She demanded.

Daemon's hand moved quickly to grasp her throat, squeezing hard enough to slightly cut off her breath and tell her, his voice deep and dangerous.

“You dare give me orders, you stupid whore?”

Catelyn managed to mutter a weak. “I'm sorry.” Making Daemon loosen his grip on her throat, but still not letting her go.

“It seems you still haven't learned your place, Lady Stark. But don't worry, just as you trained Sansa and made her the perfect Lady for me. I'm going to train you to become the perfect slut, one who won't forget her place.”

Grasping his rigid shaft, still wet with her saliva, Daemon guided it to her dripping entrance. Teasing her by running his swollen head up and down between her lips.

“And the perfect way to do that is to fuck you so hard until it sticks in that pretty little head of yours, don't you think?” Daemon told her with a crooked grin as he hovered over her.

Before she could say anything, he slammed his hips forward, driving the full length of his cock into her sensitive pussy, his hips clapping noisily as they slapped against her thighs and ass. Catelyn threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream. Pain and pleasure overwhelmed her senses, his thick cock stretching and filling her in a way she had never experienced before.

Catelyn quickly brought both hands to her mouth and used them to cover her moans.

Daemon slowly pulled away, pulling most of his length out of her, but before he moved again, he ordered her. “Don't cover your mouth, I want to hear you scream.” Having no choice but to obey, Catelyn withdrew her hands slowly and it was at that moment that Daemon decided to thrust his hips forward again, plunging his cock deep into her.

“Oh, gods!” She cried out, her nails clawing at his broad shoulders.

Daemon set a slow, brutal pace that made her head spin. He continued to pull most of his cock out and then slammed into her again, grunting each time. Her body sank into the mattress with each onslaught, her huge breasts bouncing and jiggling wildly with the force of the impact. Lifting her head, Catelyn looked down to where they were connected. Her lips were stretched around his girth, gripping his shaft as he thrust out of her, as if trying to keep him inside. Rays of pleasure coursed through her body as he thrust his cock inside her needy pussy, making her body tense with pleasure. Her head rolled back on the mattress with a moan as he filled her and stretched her when he bottomed out.

I've never been fucked like this. Ned had never made me feel like this. He never went this deep. She felt as if she was about to lose her mind.

Abruptly, Daemon stopped, causing her to let out a moan in disappointment, but fortunately he didn't make her wait long. But he did something she hadn't experienced before, moving his arms under her legs, her knees bent over his muscled biceps. Leaning over her, bending her body and spreading her open, her ass lifting off the mattress. Her hands gripped the sheets, clutching them tightly in search of something to hold on to as her pace quickened.  The sound of his hips grinding against her wide ass, his grunts and her moans mingled together filling the room as he pounded her hard. Catelyn felt her walls trembling around him, her breath coming in short gasps as a powerful climax began to build. Catelyn felt her pleasure increase rapidly as his thick, throbbing cock filled her again and again. She only needed a little more to reach her climax. And with her mind completely blank and flooded with pleasure, she pleaded.

“Faster, please.”

Hearing this with a smug smile, Daemon told her as he purposely slowed his movements, keeping her on the brink of her orgasm.

“What was that, Cat? I didn't hear you very well.”

Covering her face in embarrassment, Catelyn said again more softly this time.

“Fuck me faster, please.”

But Daemon would have none of it, and bending her to a more in half, he took both of her hands and pinned them to the mattress as he demanded.

“Say it right or I'm not going to let you cum.”

Finally surrendering and letting herself go, Catelyn cried out to him.

“Fuck me! Fuck my hungry, horny little cunt, fuck it until you break it, you damn Targaryen bastard!"

Daemon looked at her for a second before letting out a snort, but he picked up his pace anyway and began fucking her as fast and hard as he could. He was close to his orgasm too, so he let it slide.

Anyway, this was only the first round. Lady Starl training was just beginning. Daemon thought with amusement.

Catelyn shook her head from side to side as her climax grew. She could feel her depths fluttering wildly around his length, her muscles quivering. With a cry, she fell over the edge. Her crease squeezed his cock and a strange pressure built in her center.

Eyes rolling, Catelyn exploded around him, drips of arousal soaking their bodies and the mattress. Her mouth was wide open, but she made no sound. Her breath even seemed trapped in her lungs as her body convulsed beneath him.

Daemon managed to thrust twice more before reaching his peak. Burying his length as deep as possible with an animalistic thrust, he emptied himself inside her. Catelyn held her breath at the sensation before a low, shuddering moan escaped her lips. Collapsing on top of her, he released her legs and dropped them onto the bed. Daemon still had his eyes closed when he felt Catelyn's lips touch his, obviously not hesitating to kiss her back.

Separating from her after a few moments, Daemon moved on his knees until he positioned himself next to her and extending his still hard cock towards her, he said.

“Clean me up, I'm going to fuck you in the ass now.”

Catelyn looked at him in surprise at the crudity of his words, but gave no objection anyway and obediently began to clean his cock with her mouth. But unexpectedly the moment was interrupted when they heard someone open the door. Both he and Catelyn turned to see the person who had interrupted, both with different emotions at who it could possibly be, but Daemon's smile grew as he saw who it was and greeted her by saying.

“Mother, you're just in time.”

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Well this is the first part of the Smut with Catelyn, the threesome with Lyanna is coming and Jon will debut the back entrance of the Lady of Winterfell. I owe you guys the Moodboard, tomorrow I'll upload it along with all the AI art I've been working on. I'm very excited to show you guys that, look forward to it. Next update will be from OF, see you soon, until then.