Sansa and Robb had drifted off to sleep ; unsurprising for two young adults who spent all their energy during the day. Robb had trained for hours upon hours. He was a young man of twenty-one, and there was no reason for him not to practice, even if there was no active war at the moment. Sansa, though she didn't strain her body as much, still exhausted herself reading, sewing, singing and drawing. It was not unlike the fair eighteen-year-old to stay in her room practicing her creative pursuits, and somehow, it tired her just as much as a hearty training session may wear out Robb.
Ned had told Sansa goodnight only an hour ago, and yet she plagued his mind. She never left it, truthfully. She was beautiful, as beautiful as her mother was when she was upon that age. However, Catelyn was married at that time, and already was carrying Robb on her hip while Sansa grew inside her belly. It seemed his youngest was in no hurry to be married—not that Ned really minded this. He was content to keep his little girl at Winterfell for as long as she desired to stay. She was too good for most men, anyways, to sweet, to innocent, too enticing…
"Mmm, I've missed you today," Catelyn hugged her husband from behind and placed a kiss on his cheek. "I've missed you a lot, my wolf,"
This broke the Stark lord's train of thought about Sansa—and he was grateful. His thoughts may grow lustful if he continued to dwell on them, and he had more honor than to lust after his own daughter.
"And I've missed you, Cat," He smiled a bit at his lovely wife. Her presence was always welcome, especially right now. However, Ned knew by a look in her eyes that she had something important on her mind.
"Clearly you have," She responded, kissing his cheek. "But I wanted to talk about Sansa. I've decided to discuss the First Night with her tomorrow,"
"Why did you wait until tomorrow?" Ned asked with concern. He didn't want Sansa to be too terribly jarred by the coming-of-age ritual that the North had enacted for millenia. It was something he desired for Sansa - she was a Northern woman and would follow Northern tradition above all else - but he still worried that she would resent him for this.
"I felt scared to tell her, Ned, and can you blame me? How would you react if you were a girl her age, being told she must bed her father?" Catelyn sighed a little as she rested her head on his shoulder.
He wrapped an arm around his wife and pulled her close.
"Lyanna was jarred by it, I remember that, but once mother explained the reasoning behind it, she calmed down," Ned remembered the night quite well, "The night of, she went to Brandon's chambers, he laid with her, and that was all. I'm sure that father would've been honored to make her a woman, had he been there,"
"Well, maybe I'll tell Sansa about Lyanna's experience, when I speak with her. I'm sure she'd be calmed, knowing that her aunt who she admires so much handled it well," Catelyn added, "I'm sure Lyanna would have better words of comfort, were she here,"
"I've no doubt of it, Cat," He frowned a bit, looking down. "What I'd give for her to return…"
"But we shouldn't dwell on missing her," She piped up, before sitting on his lap and straddling him. "We have much to be happy about, don't we? Our daughter will soon become a woman, Westeros is at peace, and you and I are both alive and well…and I think that we should celebrate that fact. Don't you think so, darling?"
She pressed her lips against his, and Ned eagerly kissed her back, hastily pulling her clothes off to reveal the pale body beneath. Even at thirty-six, she was fairer than some women younger than she. Her body remained like that of a pretty young maid; her breasts firm, her waist trim, and her hips wide. Gazing upon her body was enough to make him hard, but as he looked at it, he was reminded of how much she resembled his daughter. Sansa was a vision of her mother indeed, and as he gazed at her now nude body, he began to wonder if Sansa's was like Cat's.
"Gods, you're fucking beautiful," He breathed, briefly fantasizing about what Sansa would look like for her First Night. He tried to shake these fantasies from his mind, and focused on his lady wife instead. She was the woman who owned his heart, and she was beautiful. Sansa was loved too, but she was his daughter. He shouldn't love her like that.
"Why thank you," The redhead responded, placing kisses on his jawline. "I think you're quite handsome yourself,"
She reached under his nightshirt and quickly got it off of him, continuing to make her way downwards with her kisses. Down his neck, chest, stomach, and further downwards to his dick.
Her pale, delicate hand wrapped around his cock, gently stroking it.
"Oh, you little tease," Ned grabbed Cat's hair, "You know I don't like teasing,"
Her face flushed red as he guided her head up just a little, so that the head of his cock touched her lips. She opened her mouth and immediately, he forced himself into her mouth. Forced, as if she wasn't into it or something. Catelyn relaxed her throat, and submitted to her husband's will.
"That's a good whore," He used her throat as if it were her cunt, fucking her mouth and caring little how she drooled and sputtered. For a brief moment, he recognized how his wife's lips resembled Sansa's, and how their blue eyes were so very similar…but he tried to push the thought away. He would not lust after Sansa, no matter how much his daughter's tantalizing features would enter his mind.
Never once did Catelyn resist—tonight was not one of those nights where Ned desired a fight. All he wanted was for her to be the good little whore that he knew, deep down, that she was. It was amazing how she had changed; she was so innocent when they were first married, but he had quickly changed that. She loved to feign that innocence, as she knew it aroused him, but they both knew who she was deep down. She was a slut, his slut, and both he and Catelyn liked it that way.
His wife's hand went down to her pussy, gently rubbing at her swollen and sensitive clit. She was soaking wet, and he knew it. He pulled her head back.
"Did I tell you that you could touch your cunt, slut?" He slapped her—not too hard, but enough to get the message across. Catelyn's hand moved away quickly, and a masochistic smile crossed her face.
"No sir," Her lips dripped with a mixture of precum and drool.
"Get back to sucking, before I strike you again," He commanded, as if he were ordering about a slave.
She followed her given orders and immediately got back to work, realizing that now Ned was going to make her pleasure him on her own. Not that she minded, of course. She bobbed her head up and down, using the hand that she was originally touching her cunt with to play with his balls, adding to his pleasure.
It wasn't long until Ned's cock was throbbing and ready to cum.
"On the bed. Face down, ass up," He grabbed her hair and pulled her back once more. "Spread those holes for me,"
Eagerly, Catelyn laid across the bed, her fat ass in the air with her hands spreading her cheeks so that he could see her cunt and asshole. She was soaking, just as Ned expected. He smacked her ass, and it jiggled a little. He positioned himself behind her, and grabbed her hips.
"You want this cock, you little whore?"
"Please, I need it!" She looked back at him, flashing her puppy eyes. Those big, beautiful blue eyes that Sansa had inherited…he could see his sweet daughter in them, so eager and willing. If he could get any harder, he would be right now.
He couldn't restrain himself from mounting her right then and there. She was too enticing to keep oneself from going into a rut.
And rut this wolf did, pounding her cunt and pulling her hair. Her moans were loud, threatening to wake Winterfell with every cry of pleasure that Lady Stark uttered. Combined with the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, anyone outside their room would know exactly what's going on. Ned didn't care if anyone heard, not at this point in the night. Wake the servants, the maester, guards, even Robb or Sansa— it didn't matter right now. Maybe it would be better if Sansa woke, if she peeked through the keyhole and saw, knew how her father liked to fuck before her first night. Maybe it would excite her, arouse her, even. Drive her to do dirty things that no good, respectable Lady should do.
He could sense his wife's insides tensing up, her moans growing louder. He let go of her hair, his hand going under so that he could rub her clit.
"You're close, aren't you?" Ned whispered in her ear, slowing his thrusts to tease her.
"Mm..mhmm…I am…" Cat responded, "Don't stop, please!"
"Consider this payback for teasing me earlier," He slowed down rubbing her clit too, keeping her close, but not offering her that release.
She whimpered, so close to cumming, but unable to gain that satisfaction.
"P-Please, Ned, please…" She begged, "I need to cum,"
"Oh, you need to?" He chuckled lowly, almost as if he were mocking her. "Fine, then, I'll make sure you cum…but I'm not stopping until I'm finished,"
"O-Oh, thank you, thank you so much," She whined as he began to pound her once more, rubbing her clit as fast as he was earlier. It was so much pleasure, all at once. Ned knew that she wouldn't be able to control herself.
He was throbbing, but he wouldn't let himself cum. He wanted to savor in his wife cumming all over him, in riding out that intense orgasm he knew he was soon to give her. He wanted it to feel so good for her that it hurt.
It was only a few moments later that his desire became a reality. She cried out his name, shaking a bit as he finally made her cum. She was a quivering mess beneath him, now laying flat on her stomach and unable to support her own weight. He had broken her.
Catelyn was speechless, overwhelmed by pleasure and quivering like the last leaf in fall. A sight to behold, a sight that Ned drank in like a fine wine. He briefly imagined what Sansa would look like after her first night, wondering if his primal instincts would take over with his daughter as they always did with his wife? Laying on her belly, twitching slightly as she helplessly lay there, waiting to be pumped full of cum…gods, it was enough to make him cum right there.
He couldn't stop himself or push his fantasies aside. He loved Catelyn, but imagining what it would feel like to pound his lovely, virgin daughter was too sinful and too wonderful a fantasy to resist right now. It was the same red hair, the same pale flesh, the same blue eyes…he could practically hear his daughter's voice in Catelyn's.
With that, he came, and came hard. He shot his load into Catelyn, remembering who she was right then and there. She was his wife, and his bitch, and he was grateful to have it. He stayed inside for a moment, making sure every last drop of his seed was in her belly.
"I love you," He breathed, a bit worn out. He pulled out of her and kissed her head.
"…I love you too," Catelyn replied softly, clearly just as exhausted as he was. He picked her up, just to reposition her in the bed. He gave her another kiss, before pulling her close and pulling the warm furs over them.
"You better not be so rough with Sansa on her First Night," Catelyn spoke, resting her head on Ned's chest. "You'll hurt our poor girl,"
"Oh, I didn't plan on going so rough. She's still my baby girl, you know? I don't want to hurt her," He stroked her hair.
"You better not, or I'll have to kill you,"
"Come now, Cat, you know me better than that. Nobody loves my little Sansa more than I do,"