Chapter 2: Lady Catelyn Stark(R-18)

Walking out the large wooden doors, Jon saw that Robb must have held himself back so that he could talk to him. Robb was everything a young lord was supposed to be with his wide smiles, stocky build, blue eyes, and thick red-brown hair.

"What did you do to get father so mad?" his half brother asked as a wide grin was plastered on his face.

"Nothing," Jon answered as he walked along the hallway.

"Really, nothing?" Robb intoned with a raised eyebrow, "I never seen father as cold as that."

Sighing out loud, Jon answered, "We had an argument, that's all."

"Ohh, an argument? It must have been real bad one if you got father in such a mood like that."

"Yeah," Jon simply said as he recalled all the profanities he spewed out.

Clapping him on the back, Robb gave him one of his signature smiles and declared, "Don't fret about it, brother. You know how father is, he might be icy cold on the outside...."

"but he is a softy in the inside," Jon finished as he finally was infected by Robb's jovial mood. 

"Ha, ha, HA," laughing out loud, Robb once again patted on his back and uttered, "You got it."

"Thanks," Jon said as his brother did a good job getting him out of his mood. Looking at him, Jon could say he would make a good lord. 

Waving at him as Robb went away, Jon carried on walking. The halls here empty with no servants rushing down it or guards prowling it. Winterfell was a very big castle too big in fact to even fit a single family. This place used to be the center of a whole royal kingdom, but now it is only just the castle of a Lord Paramount.

Turning the corner, Jon ran into the one person he did not want to deal with right now, Lady Catelyn Stark.

Coming to a stop, Jon paid his respects as he included his head to her and wished she would simply pass by. However it seems like today, he would be having more stuff stacked on to his misery as the trout came to a stop. 

"My lady," Jon greeted the woman with all the politeness deserved of her rank.  

Holding her nose so high into the air, her attitude still did not take away from her beauty. With thick auburn hair, blue eyes, straight nose, full luscious lips, hips that still curvy even after having four children, and a large wonderful bosom. Lady Catelyn was everything a noblewoman was supposed to be young, beautiful, and smart.

"What has my lord husband in such a foul mood? Did you do something, bastard?"

Snorting to himself, Jon mused, 'Wouldn't you like to know.' If she did know that they had an argument of him wanting to leave, for the first time she would be on his side wanting to see him gone. 

For a moment there Jon thought about telling her since it wouldn't be so bad to have her on his side, arguing for him. Yet his pride wouldn't allow it, him and Lady Catelyn would always be on opposing sides. There was no way he would lower himself to get the help of someone that despised him so much. 

"Nothing, my lady," Jon answered. 

"Really, nothing?" the woman intoned with a raised eyebrow, she was so like her son in so many ways, repeating the same things and carrying the same features. 

"Yes," Jon replied. "If I may be excused, my lady," Jon declared as he waved on off and way. 

Staring at him with those eyes that said it all about the dislike she held for him. Jon said nothing and made to leave until she called out, "You are a bastard, a whore's son. You should know your place better and be thankful to my lord husband for giving you a place in his home. If I was him I would have long gotten rid of you as you are a disgrace to his honorable name. And never acknowledge you or that stupid Dayne whore of a mother of yours." 

Freezing in his place, Jon just stood there for long moments as he processed all she said to him. Bastard, bastard, BASTARD that is all he is thanks to his father, and here this woman goes off saying he should be thankful. And now she insults his mother! The woman that gave birth to him and died of a broken heart.

Anger boiled up to the surface, such wrath he had never seen before. Jon was always a man slow to anger, however now it was like something had awakened inside of him that Roared out loud and in animalistic rage. 

Turning around to face the damnable woman Jon stared at her with eyes blazing with pure fury. Subconsciously taking a step back as her arrogant expression cracked a bit and she made to say something however Jon was upon her in three quick steps. 

Without even thinking about what he was doing Jon reached out with his hand and bitched slapped her across the face. 

Hair tumbling over her face in spades, Catelyn held her hand against the mark he left on her face, and even in the vulnerable position, Jon found her beautiful. 

Growling Jon stepped up to her until he had her pushed up against the wall. Still, in that dark place so full of madness and brilliance, Jon pressed right up to her lips. 

Freezing in place as she was shell shocked, Jon had a much easier time smooching her lips and inhaling her. Not being enough for him Jon broke deeper in and ran his tongue across her own. Savored the taste of her, Jon never knew that a woman could taste so fine like Arbor Gold itself.

Wanting even some more Jon lapped her up and then ran his hands against her warm, winter dress. Feeling at her curves and hips, Jon reached all the way up until he reached her bosom and worked it. 

Moaning flagrantly, Jon was so surprised that he broke away from the kiss and stared down at her. Blushing as she relived a bit keen on her molestation, she hide her face and then realized who it was that assaulted her and looked dup at him with rage in her eyes. 

"You bastard, how da- dare you."

Collecting himself and remembering what she said about him and his mother, Jon struck out and throttled her a bit. "Shut up, you little slut," Jon growled as he looked both ways fist then dragging her with him. Bringing her to the nearest room he saw which was thankfully unoccupied, Jon closed the door behind himself and threw her on the bed. 

Yelping in a few bits surprise and fear, Jon came behind her and into the bed. Resting himself on top of her, Jon grabbed her hands which were mightily struggling and stretched them out. 

"When my lord husband finds out about this..." the woman shouted as the same rage that he held in his eyes was burning inside of hers. 

Yet Jon's rage was much, much greater as this was a build-up of a whole lifetime that he lived through all her abuse. "Nothing," Jon interpreted, "nothing will happen at all." 

"You are more of a fool than I thought if you think nothing will come out of this!"

Ignoring her outbursts, Jon continued, "Do you know the tale about the boy who cried wolf so many times? Well, you my lady are that boy, and I am the wolf. You have cried out about my misgiving so many times that nobody listens to you anymore.

"Anyways," Jon said as he smiled down at her with a savage wolf-like grin. "Even if you did tell anyone, you would be only ruining your good name, not mine since I am a bastard and am born with an awful reputation already."

Coming to realize his plan, the noblewoman's face paled as she looked up at him in fear. "Yes, you realized it did you. Spill the beams and what would poor little Brandon think when he hears about his mother getting raped when he grows up. Or what about innocent little Sansa when she hears that her mother isn't so very lady like."

Ceasing with her struggling, for the first time ever Lady Catelyn Stark took on a pleading tone with him. "Please don't do that. Never that, please."

Laughing out loud, Jon got a real hard on as he saw the frightful and down to earth state she was in. Getting off of her, Jon uttered one word, and nothing else, "Strip!" 

Freezing in place the beautiful bint look at him wide eyes and opening and closing her mouth. It was at that moment and that moment along that she held the same resemblance to her house banner, the trout. 

"What?!" Jon shouted, "did you not hear what I said? Strip, immediately!" 

Not realizing that she was even complying subconsciously to his command, the older woman got up and started removing her clothes. 

"Good, good," Jon said as he reached out again to which she immediately flinched back but nevertheless remained still for him when he stared at her blankly. Starting up again, Jon used his thumb to rub her jawline and cheeks to which she shivered in either fear or pleasure, he knew not. 

Now sitting before him in only her undergarments, Jon took in the sight and enjoyed what he saw. She must have noticed the look in his eyes because she did her best to cover herself even if couldn't cover all her exposed skin. 

Still not liking that Jon growled at her in a threatening tone and she readily responded with removing his hand. Nodding his head, Jon was still not going to stop there as he stared at her and barked out. "Did I tell you to only remove your dress or everything." 

"Please," she cried out as she looked at him pitifully, "do- don't make me do this."

Looking at her blankly, she should have known better to think she would find any sort of kindness in his heart towards her. Seeing no option left, slowly, very slowly she reached out to her garments and got to removing them. 

Jon took it all in as he watched her hungrily first strip her upper garment until her breasts spilled out which was the same wonderful fair skin of her flesh and mounted on it where bright red nipples that gleamed in the light. Then he watched as she removed her final piece of clothing until her cunt was displayed to the big wide world. 

Looking close hair saw that minute amount of hair down there the same exact same auburn color as her hair and most importantly he saw that she was wet down there.

"You little slut," Jon snarled out as he shoved her down into the bed until he was once again on top of her. Jon did not know why he was angry about her being aroused-- maybe in some dark twisted way he was angry for his father's sake since he was cuckolding him after all.

"I always knew that you were a fucking whore, you stupid trout!" 

"I... no, I did not mean to..."

"Shut up, whore," Jon snapped out as he clamped her mouth shut and squeezed her cheeks together. "You are nothing more than a wanton wench dressed up to be a Lady. All you need trout is a man, a true man to come along and look at you wet with want." 

Staring at her with all the loathing he had for her and the distaste now building up, Jon reached into his trousers loosen the slacks and his full length dropped out. 

Staring gobsmacked at his monstrous shaft, Jon saw with a bit of disgust and pride that the harlot was truly and genuinely wanton with lust. Jon was never one to compare tools with other men but he knew that his little brother was one in his own league. Standing at 11 inches long, with dark veins running across, and an equally wide girth. Jon's cock was a thing of beauty and monstrosity.

"That is what I thought," Jon growled, "A wolf comes along and you worthless trout knows your place." 

"That... that can't fit in," the wanton woman whined, but from the look in her eyes, you would think she was ready to do it anyways. 

"What has my father not filled you up enough, whore?" Jon demanded of her as widened her legs open and started rubbing his shaft against her slit. 

"He... he is much smaller than you bastard," she blushed and then added his designatory title for good measure. 

For the first time not feeling as quite sting as he usually was when she called him that, Jon still reached out and slapped her breasts causing them to bounce against each other. "Watch your tone when you address me, trout!" 

"So.. sorry~" she yelped as he felt a bit of juice squit out of her pussy against his shaft when he slapped her boobs. 

"Good," Jon uttered as he found great enjoyment in playing with her boobs. "From here on out you will call me Master in the bed."

"Master?" 

"Yes," Jon said, "and utter it with conviction," he added as he pinched her nipples for emphasis.

Squealing out loud, the broodmare moaned out unabashedly, "Master~"

"Yes," Jon murmured as even he felt the inverse effect of their foreplay. "Now tell me," Jon whispered to her, "How much do you want Master's cock?"

"Very badly~," she whimpered as she squirmed around in the bed. 

"Now tell me how much you want Master deep inside you?" Jon urged as he lined up his shaft right at her entrance.

"I want you fucking me real good Master~with your big, fat cock! I want you reaching places my husband never touched before with his average, simpleton cock!"

Laughing wickedly, Jon found this apt revenge against his father, while he keeps him trapped here, he will be fucking his slutty wife on the side. "Tell me," Jon shouted as entered her in one brisk final motion, "who is the whore now?"

"MEEEEE!" she shouted as he impaled her with his full length deep inside her. 

Grunting as he entered her Jon felt like cumming right there and then. With her hot, wet tunnels surrounding him Jon felt like he entered sweet, sweet heaven. Even though she birthed four children, Catelyn cunt was still tight as hell and ready to milk some cum. 

"You're fucking tight as hell," Jon groaned exactly the thought he had.  

"Ahhh, and you're so big," the whore moaned wantonly. 

Smiling at the inverse effect he was having on her, Jon picked up speed as he thrust into he in like a piston engine.

Squealing in delight as Jon made use of her and literally fucked her inside her husband's own castle. Catelyn started to lose herself within all the pleasure he was delivering upon her. 

Letting go of her breasts, Jon grabbed both of her wrists and used them as leverage to enter plunge deeper within her.

Moaning deeply, the Riverrun woman was so delirious with arouse that she forgot herself and exclaimed. "Cum, cum inside me, you fucking magnificent bastard."

This time feeling absolutely nothing about it, but the clear opposite of it, Jon roared out. "Tell me how much you want my seed."

"I want it sooo~ bad," she babbled. "Please, please cum in me, Master. I want to be bred for you. I want you to taint my walls white with your seeds. I want you to ruin me for any other man. You.. you are enough for me."

"Aren't you a dirty little whore," Jon exclaimed. 

"Yes, I am such a filthy, wanton whore Master, but I am your filthy, wanton whore Master. Please cum and place your seed so deep inside me that it takes ROOT."

"You want my child?" Jon burst out with as he really did not expect that from her, but he never let up as he drove into deeper and deeper. 

"Yes, yes, I want a son for you, one that has your superior Stark looks! I want to pass him off as my husband's son and none the wiser." 

"Haha, you know what that means, right?" Jon grilled from her as he bent forward a bit to get deeper access to him while she remained in that missionary position. 

"I do not care," she incoherent raved as her moans of pleasure got even louder and louder. "I want your son, I want a little Jon that has your big, fat cock. And so he could be at my tits while you rape me for even more little Jons"

Getting even harder at that very thought, Jon laughed at out loud, "Ha, if all my life I had known you were a needy little tramp, I would have bred you long ago."

"We can make up for all lost time, Master," his little slut moaned as she wrapped her legs around him and held him in a vise grip. "I am so close, Master," she then mewled. 

"So am I," Jon grunted as he pulled her hands up with him until he was pressed against her real tight and they were face to face. 

For the first time taking the initiative, Catelyn Stark kissed him by her own free volition. "Mhhm" she moaned into his mouth as he moved up with his hands until he was running his fingers through her long, beautiful auburn color hair. 

Grabbing hard onto her hair, Jon pulled her up by it as she breathlessly exclaimed her pleasure and Jon bite her lower lips. 

Feeling her cunt tighten around him length, Jon groaned as he felt his shaft quivering on the point of release. Kissing along her exposed neck, Jon grabbed on to her hands and clasped them tightly as he ram into once, then twice, and finally for a third time and came.