It had been years since she had him. Years since she had been stretched, filled, and touched in the way only a real man could a woman. After carrying his bastard son, no man had touched her. But now? That long drought was over. She was parched, and he was the only thing that could quench her.
Her lips parted, her tongue wetting them as her fingers ghosted over his length, not grasping him fully yet, simply tracing the rigid veins, feeling the heated flesh twitch beneath her touch. So hard, so thick, still so full of vigor, tempered with experience.
Catelyn swallowed hard and rose to her feet. With quick tugs she let her gown pool around her ankles, her bareness showcased to him willingly.
Joffrey's eyes darkened. He took in every inch of her body; more lush, more delicious than ever.
Her hips had widened further since childbirth, forming a sinful hourglass that was almost too perfect. Her waist still curved inward in a way that made his cock throb, but her breasts; her breasts were immense, the kind that would swallow his hands whole. They had grown full, milky soft, shaped like heavy cushions made to rest a man's head or to bounce under the force of a good, hard fuck.
Joffrey clenched his jaw. This woman had carried his bastard, and yet he wanted to put another one inside her. To see that belly swell once more, to keep her tied to him, always.
Catelyn saw the effect she had on him.
"Let your…" Catelyn licked her plump, red lips and leaned closer to Joffrey. With her soft hand, she pushed on his chest, making him climb back into the bed. "...loyal vassal take care of your needs, Your Grace."
Joffrey smirked as he grabbed a pillow and shifted it behind him, resting his head against it as he sprawled out. He liked it. He liked watching her work, watching her worship him thoroughly.
Catelyn crawled onto the bed like a cat; slow, sensual, teasing, her magnificent hips swaying high in the air. Her heavy set of assets rocked with every movement, the peaks already stiff. She settled between his legs, her fingers gripping his thighs as she leaned in close. And finally, breathed him in.
Her eyelids fluttered, her lips parting on a low, shuddering exhale. The scent was potent, masculine, and utterly intoxicating to her.
Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, and her lips came down in worship.
Her wet, hot lips pressed to his crown first, the flat of her pink tongue slithering over it, teasing the sensitive ridge. Then she dragged her tongue down the thick shaft, lapping at the pulsing veins, licking up his virility.
Messily, sloppily, she tasted every bit of his rock-hard flesh. Not holding back, she desired this more than anything.
Her spit glistened, trailing in strings as she took him deeper, her plush lips stretching around his girth. She moaned as her head bobbed, as though she were feeding off him, as though she could suckle the saltines off his skin.
"I… Forgive me, Your Grace," she breathed between suckling kisses, her voice drenched in lust. "But I really… need this."
Joffrey groaned, his fingers tangling in her thick, beautiful red hair as she took him deeper.
But this wasn't enough for her. She needed to feel him inside her, truly inside her.
Catelyn sat up and straddled him. Her bare, salivating pussy pressed against his cock as she rubbed herself along his length, coating him in her juices. She reached up, untying her hair, letting it fall around her in waves of deep crimson.
"All yours, My Lady." Joffrey invited her. He knew she'd been faithful to him all this time. Years without a cock could change many, let alone a fine woman like Catelyn.
Catelyn bit her lip, her chest rising and falling with each breath, anticipation coiling tight in her belly. Her fingers trembled slightly as she gripped his thick shaft, feeling his flaming heat. She rose onto her knees, the swollen lips of her needy cunt parting as she aligned his cock. The broad, flushed head kissed her entrance.
And then… she sank down.
"Ooooh!" The moment Joffrey's cock stretched her open, Catelyn gasped, a shudder wracking her entire body.
It had been so long since she'd felt this, since she'd been filled like this. The thick, pulsing cock shoved its way into her, splitting her wide, making her walls cling to his length like a long-lost, obsessed lover. The sheer size of him sent a sharp, exquisite ache through her, yet her body welcomed it greedily.
She loved it. She relished it. Even amused how despite six childbirths he stretched her so well. As if truly made for her.
She felt young again. Like a virgin, tight and helpless against his prowess, her cunt swallowing him inch by thick inch with desperate need. Her neglected walls pulsed around him, twitching, as if rejoicing at the return of the very cock that had bred her. The same cock that had stretched her open, claimed her and made her a mother once more after she'd lost everything. The cock that completed her.
"Joffrey—ohhh, Joffrey!" A ragged, uncontrollable moan escaped her lips.
Her eyes rolled back, her thighs trembled, and before she even fully took him to the hilt, her body snapped. An overwhelming climax crashed through her, making her cunt seize around him. Her body milked him, trembling, quivering, gushing with feverish bliss.
Joffrey was stunned. The mature, lustful Stark matriarch was coming undone, writhing in sheer bliss just from taking him inside her. His cock twitched at the sight, and he could barely hold himself back. He reached for her, his hands finding the heavy, soft weight of her breasts.
He groaned at how they felt in his palms; warm, full, perfect. He kneaded them greedily, squeezing, his fingers sinking into the lush, pillowy flesh as he pinched her stiffened nipples between his fingers.
But Catelyn wasn't done. Still shuddering from the climax, she let herself collapse forward, her body falling against his. Her swollen, heaving swells pressed right into his face.
Joffrey marveled at the suffocating, delicious softness; Gods, he could barely breathe, but he didn't care. He buried himself between them, his mouth latching onto a needy peak, nibbling, suckling, eating her moldable flesh. But with a tinge of guilt, knowing he had missed tasting her when she birthed their son.
Catelyn's hips lifted, then dropped, a slow, sensual grind as she started to ride him, pressing her body flat against his chest, rubbing against the heat of his skin. The friction in her pussy sent sparks through her, quivering around him.
"Ooohhh~" She gasped, her pace quickening, bouncing atop him, her lush hips rolling down with each movement.
Joffrey gritted his teeth. Seven Hells, her body is lethal. Her ass—fuck!
Her ass was a masterpiece of unholy flesh, fuller than ever, round and utterly soft after giving birth. It clapped with every bounce, each juicy cheek rippling as she rode him with pure, unbridled hunger. The way her body moved was sinful; every jolt was a display of her mature, womanly charm. Her thick, supple thighs framing his waist, her ass jiggling perfectly as she fucked herself on his cock.
The bed creaked violently beneath them, the wooden frame slamming against the stone wall with each desperate thrust. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the chamber; squelching, wet, and feral.
Joffre's jaw flexed, his fingers digging into the fat of her ass, gripping hard, owning every part of her. He clawed at her smooth skin, spreading her asscheeks apart, feeling her plugged little hole devour his cock with every downward slam. His own thrusts met hers, upward jolts of his hips that sent her gasping, moaning, breaking.
"Joffrey—!" She screamed, body seizing, trembling, her climax slamming into her with such raw force that her entire form quaked.
Her pussy locked tight around him, pulsing, sucking him deeper, milking his cock with desperate, reckless contractions as if searching for that warm fill. That tight, needy grip was too much, far too much.
"Hah!" Joffrey snarled. He slammed up hard and let go. His cock erupted, spilling thick, molten cream deep into her kneading walls, filling her up.
"Ahhhh~!!" Catelyn cried out in ecstasy, the sensation of being bred again, of that hot, potent virile elixir pouring into her, pushing her into yet another mind-numbing orgasm. She collapsed backward onto the bed, spent, shaking, gasping for breath.
She could feel it. That white, viscous batter of pure masculine virility. The king's seed. She imagined it already, those little drops blessing her womb yet again.
For a moment, they rested. Catelyn splayed, half on top of his sweating body The room was silent except for their ragged, labored breathing.
But Joffrey wasn't finished. His golden hair was damp with sweat as he pushed himself up. He shifted, straddling her soft, curvy waist, looking down at the beautiful face that had aged like the finest wine.
She was still so damn stunning.
As Catelyn was moving to shift her body, he stopped her. He wanted more.
His gaze dropped lower, drinking in that beautiful sight of her magnificent breasts; flushed, swollen, slick with sweat and his spit from where he had marked his teeth on them earlier. Without a word, he reached down, grabbing them, squeezing, pressing them together. His softening cock twitched at the contact, nestled between the plush, warm valley.
"Not so fast, My Lady. We're only starting," Joffrey declared, his voice laced with amusement and hunger. He wasn't even fully hard again, but he knew he would be.
Catelyn moaned a chuckle, causing her jiggling flesh to tease his cock. She pressed her palms against the sides of her breasts, pushing them together, creating the perfect, squeezing channel for his growing cock. Soft, warm, and welcoming, her swells cradled his cock as he started to rock his hips, thrusting between them, the slick remnants of their previous climax easing his glide.
Joffrey grunted, watching his girthy cock disappear between her full mounds, but what caught his attention, even more, was the way she stared at him—dreamily, intently, as if lost in thought.
Their gazes locked, and his lips curled.
"Something on my face, My Lady?" He teased, his hips never stopping.
Catelyn shook her head, a wistful smile adorning her lips. "Thanking the Gods… I know our circumstances are stranger than anything. I'm still thankful for all your help."
Joffrey almost faltered at her words. Help?
He was the one who had torn House Stark apart and had slain every single male of their line. And now here she was, the Stark Matriarch bare beneath him, once bred, going for a second, her body embracing him in every way possible, thanking him for the very actions that had led them here.
It was truly fucked up.
And yet…
I fucking love this second life.
His smirk widened, hiding his dark amusement. "And I'm glad I could share your burdens, My Lady."
Utterly, shamelessly depraved. He had to keep himself from laughing outright.
Yet as the moment stretched, something else stirred; both in his mind and in his loins. The intoxicating sight of Catelyn submitting before him, her ample breasts massaging his cock, her lips parted as if she were ready to accept anything from him… His cock throbbed, slowly coming back to life.
The swollen cockhead nudged higher, nearing her chin, slick with the remnants of his lust.
"And thank you for taking Arya in, Your Grace."
Joffrey's brow furrowed slightly. He didn't know how much she had pieced together. "I… I did what I could."
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