The Hunger of Wild White Wolf (ASOIAF/GOT AU)


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General Summary

AU: Prince Jonothor of House Targaryen and Stark takes after more Uncle Brandon Stark and his ancestor Daemon Prince in how they are roguish, womanizing charmers that ladies can't get enough off.


Chapter Summary

While spending some time in the North with his mother's family, The Starks. Prince Jonothor quickly begins asserting his dominance on Winterfell without his Uncle Ned realizing. The first step is claiming his uncle's wife, Lady Catelyn as his own. While she tries to resist her nephew, he makes sure she knows her true place in his kingdom.


Chapter Theme

Dom/Sub, Noncon-to-Dubcon, Rough Sex, MILF, Older Woman/Younger Man, NTR/Cheating, Fucked Silly, Large Cock, Big Tits, Big Ass, Spanking, Choking, Titjob, Assjob, Face-Fuck, Misogyny, Mind-Break


The Hunger of Wild White Wolf (ASOIAF/GOT AU)

Chapter Two: The North Falls: Mother Wolf Hunted and Claimed (Catelyn Stark)


"J-Jon!?"

Catelyn Stark née Tully staggered back in shock, her thick sleeping gown was torn into pieces, leaving her naked buxom figure open to the cold northern air as her knees hit the edge of the bed with a scared look to her well-aged beautiful visage. As her nephew, her son-in-all-but-name, Prince Jonothor "White Wolf" Targaryen stalked closer to her with an aura of menace.

"Jon. Please! You can't!" She cried feebly covering up her slim and full-figured buxom form with her thin arms and small hands. "Think about the dishonor you are doing to your uncle and your house!?" She pleaded with him, her chest heaving, and her wide "Tully blue" eyes fearful and pleading with desperate mercy and fear toward him.

Jon took another slow menacing step closer to her, his piercing "Stark Grey" eyes glowered underneath the thick eyelashes. His strong handsome face in a cold mask. His dark wolfish eyes were as unfeeling and unsympathetic as the North.

"..." His silence was sharp like a well-made Valyrian steel dagger. The fierce, cold glare of unflinching malice and lust and lack of care of the dishonored of his action and the shame in House Stark and Targaryen in his wolf-like orbs…

All of the fight slowly went out of the beautiful scrumptious MILF of a woman, cowed into scared, burgeoning submission by the sheer overwhelming aura of forcefulness and dominance and fierceness from the Half-Northmen Targaryen.

"I don't give a shite about honor. I don't give shite about my uncle. I don't give shite about my family honor and reputation." He took the light tunic off, revealing the sheer muscles and the battle scars of his broad torso as his hand went down to his belt and removed it with casual practice. "Fuck all of it. I am the Blood of the Wolf and Dragon, the True Dragon and Wolf of this era. And I will take what I desire. Fuck the law of men and god alike!" He removed his breeches to reveal the massive slab of man-meat that was riddled with thick pulsing veins.

"And when I am done…You'll be little more than Andal whore, kneeling between my legs and suck my cock like a whore." He sneered out to the redhead whore in an extremely deep, dark baritone voice echoed to the cold bedchamber. His soft meat hardened himself into full mast, all intimidating and mouthwatering to the gorgeous, top-heavy, wide-hipped south-born mother of five who cannot find the will to look away from the gigantic slab of cock.

Lady Stark felt her breath get stuck in her throat as her eyes were rendered unable to find the strength to look away from the long meaty monster. The length of the manhood was longer than her forearm and thicker in equal measurements. Far more than her lord husband Ned who was average in size and girth. The engorged tip of the monstrous cock was drooling out thick pre-cum that dripped down on the floor and her mouth watering at the small puddle of pre-cum on the cold stone floor. Under the swollen manhood were two huge. fat nutsacks brimming heavily with potent rich cum that could make a barren woman pregnant with little effort in his end.

His cock doesn't look human at all. It was more like a mythical monster than a human being. A sexual fiend from the darkest, blackest pit of the Seven Hell. A cruel ravenous devil in human flesh instead of a noble and honorable prince.

"Jon…," Her teary eyes stared at him. "…Please…."Only to be cowed in fearful submission when his fierce eyes glowered at her with fire-like intensity. Her heart skips a beat, the smoldering look of uncaring apathy and wicked lust from Jon.

"Cat." He said in a very deep and intimidating but quiet tone of voice. "Your plea means very little to my honor of House Stark and House Targaryen." His ice-like gray eyes look at her with an intense, smoldering look. "You're whore behind your name and title. A stupid, worthless lowborn whore who's going to get fuck into the ground."

His cruel statement, his callous attitude, and the thick animal-like aroma radiating from the gigantic pillar of massive bulging cock-meat attached to the huge giant of a man…Cat loathes how it made her womb ache with wantonness.

He smirked. "Your whore nature's showing itself." He stood over her with his huge muscular physique and long impressive manhood. "A whore that begging to be rape by me." He leered at her pale, teary, redding face. "You'll get your wish whore…" He stroked his hot meat with his large masculine hand that let her blue eyes zooming on the hot piece of cockmeat as she subconsciously licked her full, puffy lips in salacious if reluctant desire.

"Be a good whore and suck my cock with those dirty, slutty whore-lips." The Second-Born Prince of the Kingdom of Westeros ordered in a sharp, heartless tone of voice as he slapped her face with meaty smack with his burly dong staining her face with musky, wet, slimy pre-cum.

"S-Suck y-y-your m-manhood w-w-with my m-mouth." Her voice was scandalous at what he's ordering her to do with her mouth as she looked at him with an appalled look on her face.

"Yes." He bluntly replied. "You are nothing but a whore and whore sucks cock for a living," He said with cruelty. "And you're the worst of the worst fisherman daughter whore." He dick-slap her face with a wolfish, cruel smile, effortlessly asserted his natural dominance onto the redhead riverlander whore.

A whimper escaped from her full ruby-red lips. Her face is stained with the strong, smelly pre-cum that defiles her nostrils with its potent pungent smell as a deep shudder of pure unbridled revulsion and hot warmth as she looks up at the large muscular man in fear, repulsion, reluctance, and attraction.

"Open your damn fucking mouth riverwhore." His huge hand landed on her auburn hair in a casual manner of intimidation as he glared into her eyes with cold, piercing eyes that held the look of dark lust and unbridled cruelty.

With a fearful whimper, the beautiful Lady of Winterfell opened up her mouth with great reluctance and took the thick cock-tip into her mouth. The taste of his manhood hot, bitter, and musky but masculine to the tongue of the proud, honest and pious highborn lady, she slid her mouth downward taking in more of the chunky meat down her virginal gullet with inexperience and reluctance and disgust toward herself and her nephew shameful dishonor in her and of House Stark and Targaryen.

"Your fuckin' mouth is nice and hot whore. Guess there's one good thing about Andal fishwhore is suckin' good cock." The White Wolf said in cruel mirth. His large bear-like hand curled around the head in a slight crushing grip.

"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"

"No wonder House Hoares and those Ironborn fucks like stealing and raping riverlander women. They make good whores with their whore-mouth and bitch-like, voluptuous beauty." He barked out with a rich, guttural laughter as he face-fucked the slutty redhead whore with cruel dominance and wicked sadism pouring out his large, muscular frame.

"HULGHK! HULGHK! HULGHK!"

"Worthless Andal slut!

"GAGHK! HULGHK! GAGHK! HULGHK! GAGHK! HULGHK! GAGHK! HULGHK!"

"My uncle should've done his duties as Lord of the First Men of the King of Winter of the Northern Kingdom and put your worthless Andal whore self into her place. Beneath the domineering heel of Northmen domination."

"HULGHK! GAGHK! HULGHK! GAGHK! HULGHK! GAGHK! HULGHK! GAGHK!"

"Fucking pathetic man he is. Even I love him like a second father. He still weak and pitiful disgrace to House Stark and the ancient bloodline of Stark King of Winter and Lord of Winterfell…Time for me to clean up his weak southron rule by raping his Andal cunt of a fisherman whore-daughter."

Tears running down her face, running the small amount of makeup she wore befitting as Lady of the Wintertime. Turning her face into a whorish mess, the cruel words, the abusive action, the gagging pain of having his beefy manhood lodged into her throat, force to give her handsome but black-hearted devil of a nephew forced oral sex pleasure like a dirty, wanton, lowborn fisherman whore.

To feel the pain and abuse her nephew inflicts on her causes her to feel no end of pain and sorrow and heartbreak of the serious betrayal of trust and love between them as aunt and nephew, almost like mother and son…

"MGHM!" To the baffling shock of Catelyn Tully Stark. She felt the visceral reaction of her orgasm hitting her with the force of a warhammer wielded by a giant bear of a man of ancient northern House Umber of the Last Hearth. Her sticky woman juices stained the cold stone floor in excessive amounts.

"By the Old Gods and God of Old Valyria cocks! You're truly a dumb, filthy fishwhore slut!" The Valyrian-blood Northman said as he laughed uproariously with cruel, delightful, dark merriment as he skull-fucked the redhead mature slut with even faster and harder than, causing the Lady of Winterfell to rolled her watering blue eyes to the back of her and her tongue slides along the underside of his cock as she takes every bit of the abuse from her black-hearted, sadistic monster of a nephew out of despair and reluctant lust.

After the painfully several minutes of the brutal, relentless face-fucking, skull-fucked. The Half-Valyrian Northman let out deep bestial growl, and thrust all of his immense, fat girthy cock deep down into her gullet, and unleashed torrential of cum down her throat and into her stomach with extreme copious amounts of cum. She tried in vain to gulped down as much of the thick load of hot virile cum down her gullet as much of possible to avoid the undignified death by drowning in cum, but more than enough cum spilled out of her seal lips and of her nostril, making a complete and utter mess of her face that combined with her ruined makeup changed her well-aged, beautiful face into that of a lowborn Flea Bottom whore of zero dignity and disgrace.

Jon took out his cock and rubbed out the last remnant of cum to cloaked her naked fat tits as a mark of dominance and to degrade her to less-than-woman but a dirty, worthless, cunt of a bitch in highborn flesh and exquisite clothes. A cruel and sadistic smile, of total and utter satisfaction on his pale, comely, bearded face.

Dazed for a moment, before she began to coughed, gagged and ultimately leaned forward to vomit out the excessive cum and saliva out of her mouth, making a sizable puddle of mixed fluids onto the hard, cold, stone floor with the air of disgust and disgrace exuded.

And then she found herself turned her around, with her face down on the bed and her fat heart-shaped ass up in the air and the huge bear-like hand on the back of her head, his fingers long, rough and thick with an immense pressure that had her shuddering in primal fear and craven arousal.

"Time to experience the First Men sex, Andal Slut," The hot meat was sandwich between her fat voluptuous assmeat. "Because when I am done with you…you won't be remembering any of your pathetic excuses for a culture." He promised as he slapped her huge spankable ass as he hot-dogged between her thick ass-valley with his gigantic cunt-destroyer of a cock.

Her eyes widened in shock and horror at the dark implications in his words. The malice and cruelty within the words caused absolute dread and shock within the beautiful buxom redhead as she struggled and fight against her raper in a vain attempt to escape her rape.

"Jon! Plea—Oh~!" She tried to plead for mercy but was abruptly interrupted by the sudden thrust into her quim that bypassed the entrance of her cervix into her womb with casual ease. Her eyes rolled back in her eyelids and a deep, impure, throaty moan escaped from her gaped lips, her body shuddering with the rippling orgasm that struck her like a large heavy warhammer wielded by Lord Robert of House of Baratheon of Storm's End.

It didn't end there. No it got even worse as he began rough-fucking her with deep, forceful, penetrating thrusts that to her dismay cause her to feel both extreme pain and extreme pleasure of incredible, disturbing proportion. Her moans were muffled by the fur bed sheets to avoid anyone to her heard her shameful, reluctant noises she was making no thanks to her cruel, devil-hearted raper as she clawed at the sheets trying to stiffen the shameful noises her treacherous body forced her to make, trying to think of anything or anyone but her raper fat, burly, thick, massive, veiny cock resized her inside to fit the cruel length of his monster of a cock.

Tried to defy any toward pleasure she would have felt from the massive thrusts by Prince Jonothor of House of Targaryen of King's Landing. Yet, in spite of her attempt to feel no pleasure from him or his gifted manhood, Jon's simply too skilled and big to ignore the grasping pleasure that hit her with multiple orgasmic onslaughts.

Jon sensing her slow approach to submission to him, decided to be cruel and efficient in asserting his dominance and instilled a deep sense of submission in the busty, voluptuous, curvaceous redhead whore who was worthless Andal whore but fun whore to fuck and break leans down and grab her neck, and begin to choke with the usage of his hard-honed, bulging muscles.

"GLUGHK!"

Catelyn's eyes widened in horror as her hands shot up to the thick, vascular arm and tried to pried it off. Trying to pried the rippling muscles off her neck, but Jon's titanic in strength and size as he power-fuck her, choking her using little else but the sheer muscle power of his huge bulging arm as he deep-fuck like a breeding bull in heat with fertile broodmare.

Yet, no mater how she tried to pried him off or tried to speak up for mercy and air, he did not stop choking or fucking her deep and fast with his massive veiny member. He tirelessly and viciously fuck her as he leans forward with the dark air of fierce and daunting wolf-like intimidation exuded from his strong, hard-muscled physique. Then he speaks with a dark growl in his voice.

"Can you feel it?" He asked in a harsh tone of voice. "Can you feel your Andal Fishwhore cunt surrounding me?" A potent, powerful, explosive orgasm hit across Catelyn's drop-dead gorgeous, thicc-figured, large-breasted, wide-hipped, curvaceous but abused MILF body. "Can you feel the cock of First Men and Old Valyria asundering the inside of your pathetic, delectable cunt?" He bite her neck in savage dominance as he tightened his stranglehold.

She was half-listening to him, feeling weakened by the brutal but distressingly pleasant stranglehold from her domineering nephew and his long brutal length inside her utterly broken pussy. Seeing the approaching darkness in the corner of her eyes and the slowing of breath from her blockage in her throat.

Was this how she was going to die? Strangle to death by her raper nephew? To be disposed of in an ignoble end instead of living up to old age with her lord husband, never seeing the faces of her grandchildren from her sons and daughters?

'Please save me Father…Mother…please…'

And by the mercy of the New and Old Gods. Her prayers were answered as Jon mercifully ended her stranglehold of her neck allowing her to breath again

Relief filled her heart…

"Cummin'. Hope you are ready to be mother to your first bastard. Because I am cummin' in you!"

…only for raw unfiltered horror to trembling in her soul when Jon announce the intention of filling her with his seed, more than eager to see her bare his bastard, to cuckold her husband with his nephew brutal, rape-born natural progeny…

"…!" She let our silent scream for horror and disgust and pleasure of the inevitable, imminent, unavoidable insemination. The revelation of carrying the child of her rapist shattered her mind in thousands of broken pieces.

The proud and noble Catelyn Tully Stark Lady of Winterfell was no more, replaced by a depraved and slutty Andal whore-slave to the White Dragonwolf of Westeros.

Seeing the mind-shattering, euphoric expression of pleasure on her beautiful face had him laughed uproariously and darkly in cruel and sadistic mirthfulness as he pound her even harder, crueler and faster out of jovial celebration of his successful dominance and destruction of the Andal Whore mind and soul. Not a moment later, he blew a huge load of hot sticky cum into her fertile womb, letting the cum swim toward her eggs, to impregnate her with his superior seed, to plunder and defile her eggs like a vanquishing warband of ruthless conquerors and marauders. The Lady of Winterfell and the Second-Born Prince of Westeros moaned simultaneously as Jon pulled out to painted the voluptuous backside of the buxom redhead MILF who lays on the bed with broken, empty but blissful look on her pretty, well-featured, highborn face.

He let our deep pleasant pants out of his mouth as he turned her thick, voluptuous hourglass figure on her back, letting his dark wolf-like eyes stare at the heaving cow teats move up and down in exhausted tiredness.

"You did a good job in pleasing the real man, Cat." He said with desert-dry sarcasm as he climbed upon her thick hourglass MILF figure. "For that I'll let you rest as I use your teats to clean my cock."

Not even bothering to listen to the broken redhead whore, he grabbed the teats and use her tit-meats to cleanse his messy cock of his and her fluids out of sadistic pleasure to degrade and humiliate the riverlander whore…

…and this'll not be the last time he'll use her as an outlet to humiliate and degrade her as she is little more than a footnote to defile and conquer the rest of the North…


And…scene. Sorry for the inconvenience and delay in the chapter. Chronic procrastination and writer block will do that to you.

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