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"Go back to bed, Cat," the bastard said in a mocking tone.
Catelyn wanted to vomit at the casual way the bastard called her, as if he were her equal, as if he were her husband or a close friend.
"I have to leave here, this never happened, it was a mistake, you and I should never have gone this far, I should have stopped you when I could," Catelyn declared as she searched for her dress, but her hands trembled with fear, she was so scared to think that someone had seen her come here, that someone might have heard everything, she managed to put on her dress, but she was trembling so much that she couldn't tie the laces.
She became overexcited when she felt the bastard's strong hands behind her making her knots; she didn't want him to help her, she didn't want anything from him, she wanted him far away at this moment.
"Look at me, Catelyn," the bastard ordered in a firm voice.
Fearfully, she turned towards the man, who was frowning.
At this moment, Catelyn felt so small, like about to be scolded by her father for having fought with Lysa.
"You will get ready here, leave through the door that leads to the back of the castle, and enter through the main gate.
If any guard asks where you were, you will say that you were taking a walk praying to the gods for the good of your husband and your son. Do you understand?" the bastard ordered, taking her by the shoulders.
She had never seen him so serious; perhaps the bastard was as afraid as she was of losing his mind.
Catelyn simply nodded, indicating she understood his order.
"Fine, I won't lose my temper or leave the castle because of your guilt.
You'll act as if nothing happened. In the morning, you'll go about your normal day, giving me your contemptuous look, as you always do. You'll behave just as you did after you hit me when I was a child, remember?" the bastard asked, running his left hand along her cheek.
How could Catelyn forget the beatings she gave the bastard? She did it every time he beat Robb.
"But what about your father? What about him? We've gone against the Warden of the North," Catelyn said, afraid her husband might find out.
"I don't give a damn about what Ned Stark thinks. He feigned ignorance when he learned of your humiliations of me and now that I am grown up, he thinks he can redeem himself by treating me well since they call me "the best swordsman in the North," the bastard hissed about his father.
She said nothing more after that statement. The bastard helped her look presentable once more, helped with her hair, and tidied her up again.
Now she was ready to leave this part of the castle through the back.
She watched as the bastard left first to make sure no one was around.
They both knew that no one lived here except the bastard, but they had to be cautious.
"Well, there's nobody around, so remember Catelyn, don't do anything stupid like cry in the next few days.
Take that regretful look off your face right now; I don't want to see you wearing it for the rest of the week," the bastard declared, stopping her in front of the door.
Catelyn wanted to object, to tell him how dare he speak to her like that, but all she could do was nod like a little girl.
"Well, now you can come here whenever you want ,as much as you want.
I know you enjoyed this as much as I did, and I'm afraid it won't be the last time I'll be taking that pretty pussy of yours," the bastard said as he kissed her again, grabbing her ass and making her squeal at the sensation of his strong hands squeezing her buttocks.
Catelyn could do nothing but respond to the kiss by placing her hands on the bastard's shoulders.
"Damn, who would have thought a bastard would be kissing and fucking a high-class lady? No doubt the bards would be singing songs about me," the bastard said against her mouth.
She could feel the bastard's heat against her body.
The bastard lifted her, making her back face the cold wall. Catelyn wanted to leave, but the bastard still had other plans for her.
"Fuck, I love your ass, Cat," the bastard said, squeezing it, kissing her neck, biting her lips, and rubbing his huge cock against her hips. All Catelyn could do was not think about her husband and moan with pleasure.
"I. I have to go Jon, someone will see, oh god it feels so good, the children will ask for me," Catelyn said between kisses and gasps.
"I want to fuck your tight and sweet pussy right here, make you scream like a whore, make you say my name and let the whole castle know who you belongs to, that you belongs to a bastard, you pussy,your ass,your titts, your mouth , every thing belongs to me," Jon growled as he placed her on the ground still enjoying her ass and tracing his hands through her ass crack through the silk .Hearing him say that sent a shiver down her spine.
It sounded exciting.
The wicked Catelyn in her mind would have done that with Brandon, but that Catelyn had died with Brandon.
AN;;- WELL, JON SNOW CLAIMS A FISH.
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