Catelyn stood in front of an enormous and impregnable building, which towered proudly over her. Two guards in gold and red were opening massive oak doors with great efforts. Cat walked in spacious place, filled with people. They were whispering and gazing her with fear and interest.
The Great Sept of Baelor was decorated with banners with lions and trouts. Everything was rather light blue or crimson. The sept was solemn and magnificent, but the best decoration stood at the end of the aisle in deep-purple doublet, black leather boots the same color as breeches carefully tucked in. Short beard, grey-golden hair, deep and cold gaze of pale-green eyes, in a word, it was Tywin Lannister.. Wait, what?! Tywin Lannister?!
Cat began to realize what was happening and slightly wondering what she was doing there. Who are these people? Why is their clothes is so strange... suddenly somebody grubbed her by the wrist and led down the aisle. At first Catelyn wanted to run away. Angered, she turned her head to look on the bastard, only to see Jaime Lannister, walking arm in arm with her with his usual bright smile. As always, it was difficult to say whether his smile was fake or genuinely happy?
Cat didn't know what she was doing, but then she felt a strange appreciation and awe? Lost in her thoughts, Catelyn didn't notice how she was led to the altar, and the grip on her arm weakened for a moment, but then was replaced by another, more powerful and possessive. She looked to the right and saw Tywin who was standing side by side with her, his usual coldness softened a bit, there were golden flakes sparkling in his eyes, expressing something more like concern and admiration.
She never thought that those forever barred icy eyes were able to express something like this. Cat didn't know what to do, what to say, but looking into this softened corners of his eyes, she felt a surge of satisfaction and tranquillity, and a warm wave washed over her tensed body. They spoke some words, the Septon standing on a special platform declared something solemnly , but Catelyn's brain agreed only to turn on at words: "He is mine and I am his", followed tying of hands, and then the warm and rough lips touched her own. It only turned off her completely awakened brain, and especially the feeling of his tongue inside that was dancing with her own, tracing the teeth, and she could not resist this strong pressure. And unbeknownst even to herself, Cat leaned forward and wrapped his neck with her delicate hands, pulling statuesque body of Tywin Lannister closer to her. They didn't care what people say, they enjoyed this moment: proud trout and strong lion.
The rest Catelyn didn't noticed. She only remembered their way from the Sept, the open courtyard of the castle, plenty of tables, a variety of dishes and drinks, their places with Tywin, an endless line of lords and ladies, congratulating them on the day of the wedding, they called them My King and My Queen that she really liked. But then the music began, and Tywin stood up from the table, stretching out his hand, offering their first dance. Cat with undisguised pleasure followed her, now, husband on the platform, where he tightly wrapped her waist with his steel embrace, while his other hand gently twined with her fingers. The woman put her hand on the broad shoulder of her husband, and they swirled in a delightful dance, catching the intrigued eyes of the guests. Cat melted in the arms of a strong men, she was ready to spin with him forever, but all good things come to an end... of course, to give way to the best.
After a few hours of festivities the King and his Queen retired to the marriage bed.
Catelyn had never ran so quickly in her life - they made a long way to the Royal chambers for a few minutes. When the door was closed, and the couple finally was left alone, Cat turned her back to her husband and proceeded to the window from which opened a beautiful view of the Royal Harbour and its surroundings. She felt his hot breath on her neck and a gentle, almost purring sound of her name: "Cat...". Catelyn turned to see green eyes with bright gold sparks, and there was no trace of the former feigned coldness and detachment, only lust, passion and overwhelming desire to possess her.
The woman began to slowly unbutton plated rivets of the doublet, hearing the approving sigh from his side, and Tywin started with her hair and beautiful blue dress with a silver plume. When they both stood fully naked, Cat couldn't stop looking at the body of her husband: lean, with strong sinewy hands and muscles, the wide chest and shoulders, flat stomach, and oh my goodness, a huge cock, she didn't know another words to describe his manhood.
In him everything was as perfect as in herself: slender waist, firm breasts and buttocks, not a single gram of excess fat, and yes, they looked lovely together. After admiring each other for plenty of time, Tywin greedily took possession of her lips, as if to indicate that from now on, Catelyn was just for him. He continued to leave a bright marks on her neck and shoulders, but Cat also did not remain in debt to him. She kissed his neck and collarbone, occasionally biting him playfully, which got great approval which was showed in increasing amount of strong embrace and hot kisses.
Not trying to restrain himself, Tywin picked up the delicate woman in his arms and carried her on their huge king size bed with a scarlet canopy. There he studied every inch of her body with his lips and tongue, not wanting to leave any, even the most tiny place on her body not explored by him.
While Tywin enjoyed the body of his wife, Cat boldly and not timidly ran her hands over his chest, falling down, getting closer to his embarked member. At first she just ran her hand across a considerable length, and then bowed her head, clasping her lips, and heard an undisguised groan of pure male pleasure, which made her involuntarily smile.
Cat enjoyed it, caressing his cock with her lips and mouth, but then she was abruptly lifted by the waist and laid on the bed.
Tywin longed for the payment, fully proving famous words of his family: " A Lannister always pays his debts".
He roughly parted her legs, and Catelyn felt, as he penetrated into her wet womb, kissing and teasing the clit, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of her skin. He gently pushed his long slim fingers touching inside a few sensitive points. And after a few seconds Catelyn came with a hoarse moan that escaped her lips, she clutched frantically damp sheets. Tywin with a slight smirk pulled out his fingers, covered in a viscous pearl white fluid, and wiped them on the fabric.
Unable to bear such pressure, he knelt down and entered Catelyn, pushing his hands into the bed. He entered her slowly, savoring every moment spent in his woman, and his thrusts were fast and strong; he tried to push inside of her as deeply as possible, and they both enjoyed the sensation .
Cat, once again feeling him in herself, wrapped her long legs around Tywin's firm torso and held his muscular shoulders, and after a few strokes when the Lannister's rhythm sped up and turned into a crazy, she sweetly moaned, her sharp fingernails leaving scratches on his back and shoulders. Tywin felt tight and hot cunt of his wife, and his befuddled mind realized that they were both on the verge of their peak, which made his thrusts more ragged and impatient. Catelyn cried out Tywin' s name and bent under him, coming the second time. Tywin didn't make her to wait him for long and loudly pronounced her name, crushing on the other side of the bed.
At this discouraging moment Cat woke up.
The first thing she saw, opening her eyes, were her fingers twined with someone's else, Cat looked under the blanket and saw that she was completely naked, she realized that she remembered absolutely nothing except her dream. The hand of the stranger gripped her waist, pressing her to the heat of the other body, in Cat's lower back and upper buttocks was pressed something strange, big and very solid.
Feeling a little bit braver, Cat slowly turned to see the face of the mysterious stranger, and could not hold back a yell when she saw that beside her, holding her close to his chest, was sleeping Tywin Lannister