Chapter 40
Myrielle Lannister + Catelyn Stark
Chapter 40: Myrielle Lannister + Catelyn Stark
"Ned, have you received a reply from Sunspear regarding the
marriage alliance proposed between Myrcella and Trystane Martell,"
Robert asked his Hand, as they were both seated in the Small
Council chamber along with his Queen and her brother, Lord
Paramount of Westerlands and his newly appointed, Master of Coin,
Tyrion Lannister.
"Aye, your grace. Prince Doran is interested in the match and is
willing to discuss the matter further," Ned answered. "But before any
agreement can be finalized, he wishes that the Princess Myrcella
journey to Sunspear along with a representative of the Crown to
meet Prince Trystane in order to get to know her betrothed as well as
discuss the other salient points concerning the match."
"Your grace, I must advise against my niece traveling to Dorne,"
Tyrion chimed in. "We all know of the bad blood between House
Lannister and House Martell. And while Prince Doran's enjoys a
reputation of a wise and peace-minded ruler in Westeros, most of his
kin and advisors especially his younger brother, Prince Oberyn have
equally famed taste for vengeance and blood."
"Lord Lannister's fears are understandable, my King. But a chance
to make amends and peace with Dorne is too valuable to pass up.
We could finally unite all of Westeros under you," Ned argued back
in a calm tone. "Especially with the great threat that is looming
beyond the Wall."
Before a debate could break out, his wife intervened and offered a
solution that appeased both sides.
"So, it is settled then. Lord Stark, let Prince Doran know that while I
agree with his view of both children getting to know each other
before the marriage occurs, I must prioritize Myrcella's safety as
well," Robert said to his former best friend. "Therefore, if the Prince
of Dorne is willing to accept, I would like to invite Prince Trystane
and his retinue to King's Landing so that the young man can meet
Myrcella while we discuss the terms of the marriage contract."
"I will send the reply immediately," the Lord of Winterfell replied. "If
there is nothing else, then I shall take my leave."
After Robert nodded in consent, Ned got up from his seat and left the
chamber, leaving him with Tyrion and Cersei behind.
"Make peace with those Dornish snakes," Robert spat in disgust. "I
can't believe that I ever thought that fool could ever be a capable
Hand."
"I can't tell if he is actually that stupid or are we just that good
mummers?" Tyrion said with a laugh as he waddled to a side table,
where a flagon of wine was laid out and promptly poured both
himself and his sister a cup each.
"I believe it's a bit of both, little brother," Cersei responded with a
smug smile as she accepted the cup of wine. "Although to be fair, the
Stark fool is unaware of both the treason plotted by the Dornish and
our plan to deal with them."
"A worthy Hand of the King would remain appraised of such events
in the realm. Ned Stark is no cunning wolf but a blind dog who can't
act without his master's command," Robert added, causing the trio to
chuckle darkly at Ned Stark's expense. "If his wife and daughter
weren't such good fucks, I'd send that fool back to freeze in the
North."
A few moments later, Robert inquired with the Warden of the West, if
he was prepared to carry out the next stages of their plan once the
Dornish accept the offer and arrive at the capital.
"Aye, your grace, all will be ready," Tyrion answered as he finished
his cup.
"Very well, I'm feeling bored and restless," Robert said with a yawn.
"Perhaps a small hunting trip will lighten my mood."
"Most certainly, my love," Cersei said to her husband with a smile.
"But before you leave, I would like to introduce to a few of the recent
arrivals from the Westerlands."
"I am quite confident that they can help alleviate some of your
stress," his wife added suggestively.
"Really, I would be pleased to meet them," Robert replied, as he
gleamed his wife's discreet intent.
"They are exquisite, aren't they, my love?" Cersei said with a proud
smirk as both she and Robert stood on the balcony, overlooking a
garden where the maidens who had recently arrived from the
Queen's homeland had gathered for tea and gossip.
"Behold true golden beauties of the realm," she added, proudly
presenting the maidens gathered below them, like a breeder would
display his prized stallions. "I guarantee that they can make you
forget all about those rose whores and northern savages."
And the King of Westeros had to admit that his wife had managed to
collect a set of truly tempting pussies. Even from this distance,
Robert could sense that the young maidens possessed that rare
combination of youthful innocence and suppressed desire.
"Who is that?" Robert asked, pointing out a young petite blonde who
was smelling the flowers in the garden.
"Ahh…. That's my cousin, Myrielle," his wife answered. "She's
Cerenna's sister. Tyrion tells me that she's a shy and demure
maiden, but from my own personal interaction with the girl, Myrielle
has quite the strong and wilful personality that she tries her best to
conceal."
"Sounds like someone else, I know," Robert commented offhandedly,
knowing that the veiled comparison would push Cersei's buttons. "Is
she a maiden or has someone already broken her in?"
"My love, you wound me. Do you think that either me or my family
would dare to offer you tainted goods?" Cersei said with mock
outrage.
A raised eyebrow and pointed look, was all the response needed
from Robert to convey his opinion on the matter.
"Myrielle has indulged in a few educational experiences since she
flowered. But she is still a maid in all the ways that count," his Queen
answered with a shrugged look. "But if that is an issue, most of the
others are pure maidens, with no prior experience at all."
Cersei then proceeded to inform with all the relevant details of the
other noble ladies, namely their houses, family dynamics and
motivations behind coming to court. Robert patiently took in all the
knowledge but found his attention drifting back towards Lady
Cerenna's sister.
In the end, Robert decided to sate his curiosity in the way that he
knew best and instructed Cersei to see that his will was done.
"It's just an honor to be in your presence, you have done just so
many amazing things. You single-handedly crushed the evil Ironborn
raiders and subjugated the savage Wildlings. Not to mention
defeated the mythical Others themselves," Myrielle stated, her awe
and hero-worship shining through completely.
Yes, Robert had done all of the above. Though to be precise, the
White Walkers weren't completely defeated, they had just lost the
first battle in the upcoming War for the Dawn. But, all of that was
irrelevant to their current situation and he certainly had no need for
Lady Myrielle to constantly praise his many accomplishments and
victories.
Not to give the wrong impression, Robert enjoyed and basked in the
praise and adulation from his adoring subjects. But that is not what
he sought from the Lannister girl when he had Cersei deliver an
invitation to join him for a drink.
The young girl wished to become a lady in waiting, just like her
sister, but she was one among a legion of hopeful maidens, angling
for the position. Myrielle Lannister's ambition provided the perfect
cover for his wife to arrange this little rendezvous so that Robert
could meet with her in private, under the ruse of discussing her
appointment to the position. Though, both Cersei and Robert knew
the real reason behind this meeting. However, Myrielle's behavior
and words conveyed that she was still oblivious to the fact.
'Is she truly that naïve or is it just a ruse,' Robert mused to himself.
Like Robert's wife and her other female Lannister relations, the
cousin of the Queen was a stunning blonde, who preferred to style
her hair in a ponytail instead of the usual elaborate southern braids
worn by highborn maidens at court. She was dressed in a nice silken
Lannister red dress that not only complimented her form perfectly but
also accentuated her pert and firm breasts.
"Lady Myrielle, if you would be kind enough, would you pour me a
cup of wine," the King requested politely.
"At once, your grace," the young maiden replied, before bending
over to fetch the King's drink, allowing Robert to get a good view of
her shapely behind which stirred the fire in his loins.
"I'm always happy to hear appreciation for my deeds from my loyal
subjects," Robert said. "But, we're not here to talk about me. We
should speak about you. And the fact that you are more than
qualified to be a lady in waiting. Lord Tyrion has also given you a
very favorable recommendation."
"Before I make my decision, I would like to hear from you as to why
do you think you deserve this position? Are you willing to do anything
to get it? A position that will help set you up for life, and broker a
favorable match in the future," he added.
"Yes, I'll do anything to prove myself," Myrielle said earnestly.
"Please, anything, your grace."
"Anything, that's a big promise, Lady Myrielle," Robert replied. "Do
you think if I told you to, could you drop to your knees and give me a
blowjob. Right now?"
The statement caused Myrielle to blink in surprise as she stuttered to
form a response.
"Your… uh… Your grace?"
"Do you think that you would be willing to service me whenever I
asked you? Would you hike up your skirt, bend over my desk and
spread your legs? Would you strip completely naked and climb on
my cock? Any and all of the above whenever I asked," Robert asked
in a casual tone that did not match the scandalous and immoral
intent of his words, causing Myrielle to flush red even more.
"This is highly inappropriate," Myrielle stammered.
"Lady Lannister, it's a simple question. I can see the way that you
look at me. Undressing me with your eyes. You're already thinking
about it. Sure, you might act like a good little girl, but there's a
ravenous harlot within you, waiting to break out, waiting to serve me,
and waiting to be taken by me."
"Your grace, this is..this is…"
Myrielle began stammering a response, before Robert grabbed her
and silenced her with a kiss. The Lannister girl thought about
pushing back for a brief moment. Then suddenly, she not only
relaxed but also tightened her grip around the King and returned the
kiss with great fervor.
Now that Robert had Myrielle on the hook, he pulled away from her
and left her breathing heavily.
"You're the King. My cousin's husband. I'm a….," Myrielle started to
list all the reasons as to why this was a bad idea. But Robert had
never allowed logic and reason to stand in the way of a good time.
"I'm well aware of all the implications, Lady Hill. But there is no need
to fret, I have quite a bit of experience in such situations," Robert
said in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the erratic maiden.
"Do you think you can do a little dance for me?" he added abruptly,
throwing the young girl's focus off once again.
"I love dancing," Myrielle answered him without thinking.
The passionate kiss with the King seemed to have clouded her mind
and intoxicated her senses.
"Excellent! I love to see women dancing. While your clothes aren't
exactly appropriate for it, we'll just having to make do. I'm sure
though behind those drab layers of clothing, there's something more
beautiful waiting to break out," Robert said enthusiastically, egging
her to proceed ahead while he hummed a melody to set the mood as
he channeled his magical aura into the tune.
Myrielle's hips swayed back and forth a little bit, almost as if the
King's tune magically compelled her to action. Her hands
involuntarily moved to the front laces of her dress and without
thinking, she undid them, allowing it to slip down slowly, revealing a
cute and little lacy green bra.
Robert got a good look at her encased youthful breasts, which
appeared both nice and perky. In his opinion, the lovely assets could
grow and it would grow.
The fact that Myrielle had taken off her clothes off before the much
older but handsome King, got her both hot and horny. She stripped
off the rest of her outfit, and kicked off her slippers. Myrielle stood in
front of Robert, in her underwear, noticing the effect that she was
having on him. All the hesitation and reluctance from earlier had
vanished completely as desire and lust began clouding her being.
"So, if I ask you to, will you do it? Will you give me a blowjob?"
Robert inquired once more, knowing full well that the young maiden
would be unable to deny him anything from this moment on.
"Anything you wish for, my King."
Myrielle promptly answered as she undid Robert's breeches and
pulled them down. Robert's big cock hit Myrielle right in the face as
she looked at it up closely.
"Never saw one this big before, have you?" Robert asked with a
proud smirk.
Myrielle shook her head in response, while guiding her hand down
Robert's length to experience it, before placing a small kiss on the
head. Myrielle tested the waters further by working her mouth all the
way around Robert's member as it pulsed into her mouth. Robert
gently guided her head forward until she popped around his cock.
Robert pumped into Myrielle's mouth as her hot lips and tight super
throat wrapped around him. The young Westerland maiden
possessed a natural look of innocence and naivety that helped to
mask her true inner deviant that had been lurking within her and one
was begging to come out. Robert leaned into her and pounded her
wet mouth, both hard and fast.
Myrielle hoped that she was doing a good job and pleased the King.
'Did the Queen and cousin Tyrion know that he would do this to her?
Did her family want her to become one of the King's whores? Is that
why the Queen gifted her with exotic dresses and lingerie?… and the
more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed,' Myrielle ran
through the sequence of events in her mind and concluded that
becoming the King's mistress was about a good outcome for her as
any. Especially, if her family wished for her to become one and that
conclusion got her wet, making her bob up and down onto his cock
with renewed vigor.
"Closer, work that cock, work it like your future depends on it,"
Robert said encouragingly.
And it kind of did, Myrielle told herself as she coughed on the King's
massive member while trying to adjust to its sheer size and girth.
Myrielle's warm juicy lips were perfect for cock sucking as Robert
pushed all the way down onto her and repeatedly fucked her face.
"Get ready!"
Robert groaned before he splattered into her mouth. The cum
spilling into her mouth caused Myrielle to flinch as the King shot
ropes of his seed all over Myrielle's face and cheeks, which
eventually dribbled down her body. Myrielle closed her eyes as royal
cum smeared her entire face, with Robert discharging his load onto
her.
"Clean your face. I won't have a future lady in waiting look unpresentable in my castle," Robert told her.
Myrielle promptly obeyed the command and moved to find
something to wipe her face with but Robert stopped her cold.
"No, use your hands and mouth," the King added with a devious
smirk. "And we'll discuss the dress code that you will be expected to
follow after we're done here."
Myrielle used her fingers and palms to gather Robert's seed off her
face, before sensually feasting on it with her tongue. She made sure
to keep her eyes locked onto the King's during the entire process
and was pleased to see his member come alive for her, once again.
As the young Lannister cousin dined on the King's seed, she finally
understood why so many women were vying for the opportunity to
share the King's bed. The King's fluids tasted sweeter than any Arbor
Gold and Myrielle grew naughtier by the moment. She wanted
Robert's cum in her wine, as seasoning on her food, downing it
every minute of the day and night.
"Now show yourself to your King, Lady Myrielle."
As soon as the words left Robert's lips, Myrielle undid her bra and
then pulled down her panties, before rising up and presented herself
to the King on his desk.
Robert stripped down naked before her and positioned himself next
to Myrielle. He marveled over her nubile body. Her beautiful but
innocent face, perky breasts, nice flat stomach, shapely hips and
long legs. Not to mention a curvy, delicious ass which Robert really
needed to push into his hand as he ran against it.
Robert began to commit every inch of Myrielle's fine body to his
memory, using his mouth. He nibbled and sucked on her nipples,
making Myrielle shake and tremble underneath him.
"Oh, there's nothing like breaking in a virgin maid."
Robert said excitedly as he dove between Myrielle's legs, causing
her to see stars as his tongue worked into her tight pussy. Myrielle's
reacted deliciously as she further succumbed to the skilled
ministrations of the King's tongue as Robert pressed against her,
making her cry out in pleasure.
"Apologies, your grace," Myrielle squealed as her hands instinctively
grabbed onto the back of his head.
"No worries, my dear. Today is just but the first of your many lessons
in the art of love and pleasure. You'll learn."
Robert said as he dove further into her, making Myrielle scream out
even more. Robert held a perfect record of always leaving his
women satisfied and Myrielle Hill would be no exception to this rule.
Not long after, Myrielle experienced the first ever orgasm of her life
and it was intense to say the least. Given that she only had the
pleasure caused by her own fingers to gauge against the current
sensation flowing through her body, Myrielle did not have much
knowledge on the matter. But she had a deep-rooted feeling that no
one else would be able to bring her to an orgasm as much as the
King did.
Robert removed his tongue from Myrielle and spread her legs while
his hard cock pressed against Myrielle's flat stomach. Her alluring
belly button rubbed against Robert's cock head, making Myrielle cry
out for him. Another touch, with Robert running his hands up
Myrielle's body, sent the young girl into a tailspin of pleasure.
"By the Gods, you are impossible," Myrielle breathed out.
"Aye, I'm impossible to resist, my lusty maid."
Myrielle could not muster the strength to respond to the King's claim
with Robert's prominent manhood slowly edged down her body as it
rotated in circles, rubbing her body. The friction of Robert's manhood
pressing against Myrielle's thighs made her quiver and she shook
even faster as it approached her womanhood.
"Now just try and relax, I'll be gentle with you," Robert told Myrielle
who closed her eyes in anticipation.
"ARGHHH…. OH… BY THE MOTHER!" Myrielle screamed as her
maidenhead yielded to Robert's pussy breaker of a cock, while it
slowly invaded her folds.
His big, fat balls hit Myrielle on the thigh as Robert lifted one of her
lovely legs onto his shoulder and pushed her down onto the desk.
The desk was made of finest quality wood and its durability would
soon be put to the test.
"Now Myrielle, you must always be ready for such encounters. It's
one of the unsaid duties of all ladies in waiting," Robert informed
Myrielle as a thin trail of blood trickled down from her pussy onto her
thighs and his cock. "But as you can see, my dear the position
comes with its own benefits. Or it's perks, depending on your view."
"OHH… HAVE MERCY!"
Myrielle squealed with tears pricking her eyes when she came
undone, with Robert trailing kisses down her hoisted leg and ankles.
He then moved onto sucking on her toes, making Myrielle moan out
loud. His tongue massaged the underside of her foot as he
continued to rock into her. Since this was Myrielle's first time, Robert
began his thrusts slowly before gradually building up his momentum.
The King's desk began to creak as its sturdy legs scrapped against
the carpet, owing to the force of Robert's ramming into his latest
partner.
"The fact you are my wife's cousin along with being competent and
educated lends credit to your suitability for the position. Because, I'll
tell you that beautiful maidens with tight pussies and flexible bodies
that can be bent over a desk, aren't as rare as you would think. But,
you, you are something special. Aren't you, my little baseborn slut?"
Robert stated, enjoying the tightness of Myrielle's wet folds.
"Oooh, yes! Please keep it up! I always want to feel this good,"
Myrielle panted, trying to catch both her breath and though as her
body trembled with pleasure.
"Stay with me, and you'll feel even better. I know that you have the
potential to be something great, both in court and my bed."
Robert stated confidently while cupping Myrielle's perky breasts. The
thought of how he could train Myrielle into the perfect bedmate,
made Robert's balls throb with desire as he pushed deeper and
deeper inside of her.
His rough, strong hands moved all over Myrielle's body, groping and
touching every part of her nubile form. The slap of his big balls hit
Myrielle repeatedly as he looked straight into her light green eyes.
Robert kissed down onto Myrielle's neck while moving closer to her
ear.
"Do you want me to coat your insides with my divine juices?"
The doors holding back Myrielle's inner harlot broke upon hearing
the King's dirty question and she went completely wild with desire.
Myrielle wrapped her legs around the toned waist of the desirable
man who continued pushing into her. Robert leaned deep into
Myrielle and pumped deeper inside of her, making her cum over and
over again.
Robert spent the next few minutes, working Myrielle through orgasm
after orgasm, who let out several hot sounds while clutching onto his
body. She came several times, until he finally decided to slide out of
her. One of Robert's hand moved up onto Myrielle's body holding her
down onto the desk, while the fingers of the other wrapped around
his member.
"You haven't earned the right to have my cum inside you yet," Robert
proclaimed, making the bastard Hill groan in frustration and
disappointment. "But I will grant you some measure of a relief for the
time being."
Myrielle quickly interpreted the King's intent and whole-heartedly
conveyed her willingness and eagerness to serve him.
"Please allow me to do it, your grace," Myrielle asked pleadingly. "I'm
going to have to perform this and other such similar tasks on a
regular basis whenever you ask it of me. So why don't I show you
what I can do?"
"Great idea and I like your enthusiasm, Lady Lannister," Robert
replied with a pleased look on his face. "Now take my cum on your
face and wear it with pride. Be proud of the fact that the most
powerful man in the realm blessed you with his seed."
Myrielle clutched Robert and jerked him off as fast as she could,
while ensuring to pay attention to his bloated balls. She utilized every
bit of knowledge gained from incendiary texts and tomes, that she
had borrowed from her cousin, Tyrion. It was mostly improvisation
and guess work, but Myrielle did manage to illicit a notable reaction
out of Robert. Robert leaned his cock deeper into Myrielle's hand
until his it exploded into her hand.
Blast after blast of cum launched onto Myrielle's face, trickling down
it later, while the young maiden remained stoic in the face of the fluid
shower discharged by the King. All the while, her hand continued to
move fast and furious while jerking Robert off until he decided it was
sufficient.
The thick white jism formed a mask on Myrielle's face and she
struggled to open her eyes. One drop of cum broke from her
eyelashes and she caught it, with a seductive and devious smile.
"It would be an honor to serve you, my King," Myrielle stated. "I shall
strive not to disappoint you."
"Oh, I know that you won't," Robert answered with a satisfied look
upon his features, knowing that he had added another beauty to his
growing collection.
Catelyn got out of the copper tub after a good long soak. The warm
water had worked wonders to relieve her fatigue after she had spent
the entire day tending to her duties both as a prominent member of
the court and the King's unofficial harem. Not to mention, helping
Sansa adjust to her position and duties as well as share her own
insights regarding the early stages of pregnancy with her. For the
moment, Sansa's condition was being kept secret from the general
public so that she would not be overwhelmed by the extra attention.
Apart from the natural worries experienced by a first-time mother to
be, the mind of Catelyn's eldest daughter was also focused on
ensuring that the King (the true father of her child) was well taken
care of, during her absence. A duty that Catelyn along with other
members of the King's inner circle were more than eager and willing
to tend to.
Just as Catelyn slipped her robe on, she heard the clicking of the
secret door concealed behind a tapestry, hanging on one of her
bedchamber walls. The secret entrance was one of the many hidden
doors built inside the Tower of the Hand that connected it to the
myriad of hidden passageways sprawled across the Red Keep.
Normally, the Lady of Winterfell would have been scared by such an
unexpected intrusion, but she had very good guess as to who her
late-night visitor was. Though knowledge of the secret corridors was
shared amongst a select group in the capital, only one person would
utilize it to enter her bedchamber, at such a late hour. Her
assumption was proven correct as King Robert stepped into the
chamber, flashing a seductive smile at her.
"Your grace, this is an unexpected but pleasant surprise," Catelyn
stated as she performed a hasty curtsy, which came across quite
awkward due to her current state.
"Would you care to join me for a nightcap, my lady?" Robert asked,
as he proceeded to inform her that Ned would be working in his solar
for the rest of the night with Lord Tyrion on an urgent matter.
Additionally, he had ensured that the guards patrolling the hallways
on the floor were loyal to both him and Catelyn before Ned. Thus,
making sure that this late night visit would remain discreet.
"Mmm… a drink sounds nice but perhaps you would prefer
something else," Catelyn replied, deducing the Robert's true intent of
his visit with great ease as she beckoned him towards her.
As soon as he was near enough, Catelyn threw her arms around
Robert with a soft smile appearing on Catelyn's face, her violet eyes
flashing with primal lust. Catelyn leaned towards him and kissed
Robert completely on the lips who not only returned the kiss but also
began exploring the delicious body of the redhead.
Catelyn wrapped her legs around him and kissed him even deeper.
Robert stroked her leg which made Catelyn moan deeply into his
mouth as her tongue moved back and forth, causing her carnal
hunger to increase tenfold. The King drove his tongue just a little bit
deeper inside of her mouth as Catelyn hung onto him, kissing him
with immense lust burning through her body.
The two pulled away from each other and Catelyn grabbed the
underside of Robert's tunic and pulled it over his head. She pushed
him lightly onto the bed and crawled on top of him.
"I must have you, my KIng" Catelyn said. "Mmm, you're so
handsome, so virile… I can't believe that I wasted my youth on a stiff
dullard like Ned."
Catelyn stroked Robert's muscular abs and chest, kissing him all
over. She could see something grow in his breeches which she truly
needed to help him out of it.
"I think that I'm going enjoy a lot of cream tonight for my dessert,"
Catelyn said with a couple of small strokes through his breeches.
"Why don't you lose that robe?" Robert suggested, causing a tiny
smile to break out on Catelyn's face as she slipped the robe off of
her lovely and shapely body.
It fell to the ground, with Catelyn's round and gorgeous tits coming
into prominence at the foremost. Her flat stomach coupled with her
slim waist size highlighted her sinful figure further. Her perfect and
wide child breeding hips were perfect to grab onto along with her
long legs.
The Lady of Winterfell leaned down on the Baratheon King, kissing
him all over. She made out with him passionately, with Robert's
hands moving onto her body. He started to touch her in places which
drove Catelyn completely insane. This in turn caused Catelyn to
want to touch him, to please him until the desire to worship Robert
like the god that he was consumed her being.
"Mmm, I'm hungry for that nice big cock of yours," Catelyn said with
a slutty smile as she grabbed his crotch and kissed his abs.
"Help yourself," Robert encouraged the lustful woman.
Not needing to be told twice, Catelyn helped him out of his breeches
causing his enormous manhood to slap her right in the face. Catelyn
put her hand around it and began to stroke him, her soft fingers
digging into his cock all over. She leaned in and traced her perfect
tongue down on him. Her wet lips pushed down and pulled away
from him.
"Mmm… delicious," Catelyn cooed with a couple of kisses down onto
the top of his cock head.
His massive cock jumped halfway up to meet her lips as she leaned
in and pushed her mouth down onto his crotch, the stimulation of his
groin making Catelyn both hot and bothered. She reached between
his legs and cupped his balls, squeezing them hard.
"Need a little bit of help?" Robert asked her.
Catelyn looked at him, her eyes widening with a mischievous smile
breaking out on her face. Robert edged himself into her mouth, with
both his hands full of her dark auburn locks allowing him to push into
her. It was quite a sight to see that curtain of hair brushing against
his crotch and Catelyn taking him deep into her throat.
Despite the fact Catelyn was struggling, gagging, and coughing, the
swift determination of his former best friend's wife could not be
denied. She would engulf all of him, sucking his long member until it
hit the back of her throat. Meanwhile, Catelyn stroked his big
throbbing balls, hungering for even more.
"Mmm," Catelyn breathed lustfully. "Mmm."
Those sounds paired with the smacking of her lips almost sent
Robert spiraling into her mouth. She gave him a hell of a blowjob,
using her lips, tongue, and throat to stimulate him, with Robert
pushing deeper and deeper into her, until Catelyn's face pressed
down.
"Work it," Robert told her. "Oh, Catelyn, work it! That feels good…. I
always knew that you were a natural born cock-sucker…."
Catelyn pulled all the way up off of Robert, stimulating every single
last inch of him as her tongue swirled around his member's head. As
much as she wanted to taste the cum just exploding into her mouth,
Catelyn had other ideas. And because sinful minds think alike,
Robert gleamed her intent with ease as he sprung up on the bed and
squeezed her breasts hard.
"I want to taste you," Robert told her
"And I'm not going to stop you."
That was Catelyn's reply as Robert pushed her down onto the bed
and returned her favor by worshiping her body, like she had done for
him. Every delightful sound that Catelyn made, caused him to throb
even more. Adding to Robert's desire to taste her, and immerse
himself in the scent of her.
Catelyn put her hand on the back of Robert's head, stroked his
lustrous black hair which was peppered with slight streaks of grey,
granting the King an appearance of being experienced as well as
virile.
With little to no guidance from Catelyn, Robert dove down and
pushed his lips down onto her from between her legs.
"YES!" Catelyn moaned in pleasure. "YES!"
Robert just smiled and sucked on her nether regions as Catelyn
grabbed the back of his head, grinding her hips up and down,
rocking herself to his ministrations. He knew exactly all of the right
places to hit, to make her explode.
That royal tongue was pure magic as it worked into her. Catelyn did
not know how Robert was able to do it, but she did not want him to
stop.
"Eat my pussy out!" Catelyn yelled. "Oh, work it…. work it, it belongs
to you, my King!"
A few seconds later, the handsome Baratheon pulled himself up from
Catelyn's dripping mound, his face dripping with her sweet juices,
making him look quite hot as drops of the sweet nectar fell from his
beard onto her.
Within a flash, Catelyn sprung up and attacked him, peppering his
face and neck with kisses, while stroking his muscular biceps.
Robert returned the favour, by running his hands down Catelyn's
back before moving in to lay claim to her neck, collarbone, and the
valley between her cleavage.
The awareness of the long hard meat spear pushing against her
caused Catelyn to almost cream herself as her toes curled, with lust
building up in her body. Robert leaned into her, kissing her neck hard
and fast, sending Catelyn into a sudden fit of pleasure.
"Oooh, you really know how to make this work," Catelyn started for
him.
"Aye," Robert responded by turning her around and kissing her on
the back of the neck. "But, you're worth it, one hundred percent."
Catelyn crawled across the bed, her tantalizing ass swaying for
Robert. It was a call to him, a call for him to do naughty things to her.
Naughty things that Catelyn would allow him to do. Robert sprung
into place on the bed and started to rub her body.
"I'm going to fuck you," Robert told her.
"Bend me over that headboard and make me your bitch again,"
Catelyn called to him with a sultry smile.
Robert took Catelyn in exactly the way that she had wanted. At the
same time, he touched her body all over, sending jolts of electricity
through her while taking care that she did not come too soon.
Every time that Robert brushed against Catelyn, he could hear sighs
of both anticipation and frustration. Robert knew exactly what
Catelyn wanted and he knew exactly how to give it to her. He kissed
her, starting from her ear lobe, down her neck, and back, and ended
up between her legs, which were sopping wet.
Catelyn melted into a dripping wreck and practically choking for it by
the time Robert got back around. He rubbed her legs and sent her
into a constant fit of pleasure. Robert leaned into her, his cock head
pushing against her body. Catelyn opened her legs up, begging for
Robert to take the plunge inside of her.
"Please," Catelyn pleaded with him. "I need it, right now."
"I'm sure you do," Robert commented. "And I'm going to give it to
you."
"Uuuhhh…." Catelyn breathed as Robert cupped her ass, spreading
the eager woman's legs as far apart as they could go.
After bending Catelyn over the headboard, Robert slid into her. The
slide inside her was slow, with Catelyn feeling inch after inch going
into her body. Each inch brought a jolt of pleasure all over her as
Robert brushed down onto her back.
His hands rubbed against Catelyn's body and caused her to breath
rapidly. Her mind was flooded with pleasure but she tried to focus on
Robert as he guided her towards a very intense and spectacular
orgasm. He entered her, going balls deep inside of her, thrusting
hard into her body and hitting all of the right spots.
There was no doubt in her mind that Robert Baratheon was a master
in the art of love and pleasure as he sent Catelyn on an intense ride
of thrill and pleasure.
Catelyn thought he was going to tease her a little more for a second
as he slowly pulled out of her and for a second. But she pleased to
realize that he was just getting her into a better position so that she
could be fucked immensely.
Robert grabbed Catelyn and pushed her into the bed with his big
balls slapping into her thighs from behind. Catelyn dug her nails onto
the sheets, moaning out in lust while Robert leaned into her, kissing
down the side of her neck and sending her into fits of pleasure.
"Getting close," Robert whispered sensually.
"Oh, you know I am!" Catelyn yelled. "Fuck my brains out! Make me
cum! Fuck your little dirty whore!"
Robert just smiled at the prim and proper lady's filthy language and
pushed deeper into her.
"Oh, I'm nothing without that cock. Just some silly little whore without
a purpose! Oh, Robert, fuck me! Use me! Use me! Because your fool
of a friend and my useless husband can't do anything for me….so I
need that big cock of yours to…. keep me from going mad. STUFF
ME!"
Robert thrusted away at Catelyn's proclamation. The way her snug
and very tight walls wrapped around his member was almost enough
to send Robert completely over the edge. Robert held onto Catelyn's
ass and slapped it a couple of times, making her break out into a
very passionate moan, the deeper that he pushed inside of her.
"Yes," Catelyn breathed into the pillow. "Yes!"
Robert pushed his hands against her body, making Catelyn just
clamp down on him. Her tight walls closed around him, trying to
greedily milk every last drop of seed from his swinging balls. Robert
held on and let her rest for a minute.
Catelyn groaned in response to Robert slowing down his pace. She
tried to encourage him, but her body did not react in ways she
expected. A moment later, she realized that Robert had complete
control of her.
"Your body, mind and soul belong to me alone," Robert said. "I hope
you haven't forgotten that."
"Not at… all!" Catelyn moaned.
In that moment as the slow and subtle thrusts rocked Catelyn's mind,
she wanted nothing more than the pleasure that she was
experiencing, and the intense rush that accompanied it.
"I'm going to let you cum in a minute," Robert said. "I want you to just
imagine how good that feels. How good it will feel as I slowly push
into you. I'm grabbing your ass…. it's so perfect…. just like the rest
of you. I'm going to pull out and I want you to lay on your back and
wrap your legs around me as I pound you into submission."
"Oh, you like my legs, don't you, my King?" Catelyn asked.
"Aye," Robert told her.
Catelyn opened said legs and Robert pushed down into her. Robert
crushed his muscular chest down against Catelyn's ample tits as he
squeezed onto her from above, thrusting into her body. Catelyn
moaned, hotly and heavily, her hips driving up for him. She knew that
it would only be a matter of time before Robert had her right where
he wanted her.
Those legs were beautiful and Robert just had to touch them. His
caresses were driving Catelyn completely mad as she looked up at
him with her wide and wanton eyes.
Robert slowed down his thrusts inside of her, wanting her to savor
the feeling as he slowly slipped into her, one inch at a time. Catelyn
attempted to push her hips up to get more in quicker but Robert
shoved Catelyn back down and pinned her firmly on the bed.
"We'll have none of that."
Robert stated firmly as he traced his finger up Catelyn's leg, sending
her into a spiral of pleasure. Her nipples ached as he pulled out and
started the slow process all over again.
Eventually, Robert shoved most of his considerable length inside of
Catelyn as his big balls slapped down onto her, making Catelyn
moan deeply. Her hands touched his back as she continued
moaning while clamping down onto Robert. She ran her hands over
his body, and encouraged him to go deeper. The two lovers met into
each other as the noses were filled with the scent of sweat and sex.
The Baratheon King's stamina was truly divine as Catelyn was gifted
with multiple, nerve racking orgasms before Robert even came close
to finishing. But Catelyn was not one to back down for a challenge
and she continued to hang in there as Robert continued to challenge
her endurance.
"It's your turn now, my love," she breathed hopefully.
A few light kisses triggered Catelyn's arousal to new heights.
"Aye," Robert commented. "It's my turn."
He thrusted faster into Catelyn causing a ripple effect to bounce
against her thighs and his big bloated balls came this close to firing
their load into her. Catelyn raked her nails down onto the back of his
neck and moaned even louder as Robert increased the pace of his
thrusts. The grip of the Stark matriarch's nails was so strong that if
Robert's body had not been blessed by supernatural protection, she
would have drawn blood from the King.
"Keep it up, don't stop," Catelyn begged him with a soft smile on her
face.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to," Robert commented as his bloated
balls struck her from above, hitting Catelyn on the thighs.
After Catelyn experienced her latest orgasm, Robert drained his load
deep inside of her as she grabbed onto him tightly, making sure that
every last drop of his cum fired into her body. The Lady of Winterfell
shifted on the bed, rocking herself back and forth onto him, with
Robert pushing onto her hips as he slammed into her.
The two shared their orgasms, with Robert riding Catelyn firmly into
the bed. Catelyn hung onto him for the next several minutes,
moaning as their bodies connected together.
After they finished, they both smiled at each other. Catelyn put her
hand on Robert's shoulder and nudged him, rolling him onto his
back, so that she could climb on top of him.
"Are you sure that you have enough strength left in you?" Robert
asked.
"Just give me a minute, your grace" Catelyn said with a pant as he
wiped the sweat from her face with her hand. "And I'm going to ride
you like the stallion that you are."
Her kisses and caresses were more than enough to renew Robert's
interest and more importantly his arousal. And when Catelyn was
ready, she climbed on top of Robert, straddling him. She teased the
King before leaning into him with a kiss, as her breasts brushed
against his body.
The next play resulted in Catelyn dropping down on Robert, and he
always felt so much bigger when she climbed on top. Or maybe
that's because her pussy was still a bit sensitive after receiving a
thorough fucking just moments ago.
Still, Catelyn managed to ride him hard for as long as they could
both go. Although, it was obvious that the King had an unfair
advantage in comparison to her. Still, Catelyn was determined to not
disappoint her liege and enjoy the experience while she could, using
her inner muscles to blow her partner's mind and excite his loins.
To her credit, Catelyn managed to last longer than most before she
collapsed onto the bed.
"That… was… uhh… incredible," Catelyn panted, trying to catch her
breath. "I hope… that I did…. not disappoint."
"Don't fret, Catelyn," Robert said with a small laugh. "You are always
a delight to have in my bed. But there is another reason for my visit."
"Ahh…. And here I thought that you just craved my company,"
Catelyn replied with mock surprise, as an earlier visit from the Queen
and her own knowledge of the Robert's nature hinted at a future task
that would require her attention.
Before Robert could broach the topic, the Lady of Winterfell informed
him that she was taking care of certain details that would ensure his
upcoming hunt would be a success.
A smile bloomed across Robert's face upon hearing of Catelyn's
plans as he praised her both her efficiency and skill in such matters.
He then proceeded to inform her that there was one more thing that
would be required from Catelyn so that this hunt would be
memorable.
"Well…. I certainly was not expecting that particular request,"
Catelyn said, surprise coloring her voice for a brief moment. "But no
need to be concerned, I shall not fail you."
"I know that you won't," Robert said with a smile as he got up from
the bed and dressed himself.
"Oh, you should probably call for your trusted maids to help tidy and
clean yourself up as well," the lusty King added with a smirk before
he exited through the hidden entrance from which he had earlier
arrived. "Ned may be a dullard by nature and Talisa's concoctions
spiked in his food are priming her to be completely docile and pliable
but we aren't there just yet. So, we need to be cautious, at least for
the time being."