Jon
Jon wished his brother would rejected him in the moment he saw Jon walk into his tent, or worse, that his brother order cut Jon's head to break his vows, because that was the punishment for men who deserted from their duty on the Wall.
Jon still remembers the afternoon when his Lord Father decapitated that man for being a deserter. "But that man was terrified of what he saw beyond the wall," Jon thought, darkly, remembering the wights from beyond the wall.
To Jon it had been a hard decision, abandoning his brothers in the Wall, leaving behind Sam, Pyp, Grenn and the Maestre Aemon; but it was easier to leave Tormund and Ygritte. Remembering the first time Jon tried to desert the Wall, was when the Lord Commander Mormont told him about the death of his Lord father. That night Jon had slipped away; in the middle of the night, he took a horse from the stable, and he ran away; but his brothers had thwarted his escape.
"Love is the death of duty", had been the words of Maestre Aemon, like the Maestre told him, the gods had waited until their little brothers died to test Jon again. First it had been his father and his sisters, Sansa captured, and Arya ... Jon couldn't even say or think about it.
Bran and Rickon had been killed, betrayed by the damn Theon Greyjoy. Jon had wanted to get into the castle in the middle of the night and cut the throat of the fucking squid, but he had held back and decided to go with Robb.
Jon dismounted his horse, and with Ghost by his side, he walked to the tent where his brother would be; the northern guards saw Ghost's prescience, and stepped aside, knowing who Jon was.
Jon held his breath when he entered the tent, the heat of the wood and the smell of leather flooded his nose. In front of him there were some Lords and Ladies around the table watching a map of the seven kingdoms, and in front of them was Robb, Lady Catelyn, and a strange woman for Jon with a belly that detonated her pregnancy state.
When Jon was close to said a word, his brother instantly ran to him and gave him into a tight hug. "It's good to see you again," Robb said in a cut voice. "It's good to see you again." Robb repeated.
Both of them had lost a lot in only two years; father was gone. Arya, Bran, and Rickon were now dead, too. Jon likewise unburdened in that hug. "I'm here to help you," said Jon, the guilt for not coming to help his brother sooner still burned in his chest.; the thought of that he only had come more earlier, his brothers would still be alive, would be a constant reminder that he could never forget.
"They're gone, Jon, Bran... Rickon," Robb muttered somberly. "Greyjoy..."
"I know," Jon said, interrupting him, he no wanted his brother remembered the terrible betrayal that they suffered by hands of Theon. "When I found out what had happened to them, I decided I had to come.
Jon looked at Lady Catelyn and saw that she was looking at him like Jon was a kind of ghost, the woman trembled her lower lip as if she was about to cry. "What is he doing here?" Asked Lady Catelyn, with her classic hateful look Jon remembered all too well. "You are supposed to be in the Night's Watch not here."
Jon looked at the woman coldly; it was more than obvious that Lady Catelyn was going to object to him being here. "It doesn't matter why Jon is here, he doesn't belong to the Night's Watch anymore," Robb declared, looking at his mother.
"Robb," Catelyn said with terror in her voice. "You can't, not now."
What do you mean, Robb?" asked Jon intrigued. Looking at his brother.
"I Wanted to tell you this in a letter that I wrote to the Lord Commander Mormont before, but it seems is no necessary since you already here", said Robb. Jon didn't understand anything, what was Robb talking about? What letter and why would Robb send a letter to the deceased Lord Commander?"
The news took Jon's breath away, and the first action that came to his mind was to kneel in front of his king. "It's a great honor, your grace," Jon said on his knees, grateful to his brother.
When Jon rode from Castle Black to here, he expected anything, Robb to behead him, to send him back to the Wall; anything but. "Rise up, Jon Stark," Robb said, in a proud voice…
This had been what Jon had wished on his entire life; be a Stark; to bring proud and honor to his home, and finally, since this day until his last breath, he will do it... the days passed, and he and his brother talk about all the events that happened after they left Winterfell.
Jon was furious when he heard what Rickard Karstark did when he murdered the Lannister children. Jon understood the anger of the deceased Lord. But the man had taken a selfish action; instead of concentrating that anger on the battlefield. Lord Karstark had taken the lives of two innocent children and he died for it
"Do you think I did the right thing, Jon?" asked Robb, both were in Godswood, Greywind and Ghost were running through the woods. Jon didn't need to ask what Robb meant.
"It's not on me to say whether you did the right thing or not, but I think father wouldn't have agreed with your decision to marry with Jeyne and broke your promise with the Frey's, and just as I, father would be ashamed of me for deserting," Jon replied. Robb remained silent for a while.
"Yes, father would have been upset with both of us, but Jeyne consoled me in my weakest moment and I couldn't a shame her, that's not what Father taught us," Robb confessed. "I have angered the Frey's; I have proposed a marriage between my uncle Edmure and one of the Lord Frey daughters."
Jon knew that his brother doubted such a strategy to try to fix the insult with the Frey's, but Jon preferred to keep quiet. "What about Sansa?" asked Jon.
Robb let out a sigh and looked away. "I'm afraid we've lost her," Robb assured. Jon couldn't accept what his brother had said. "I plan to return to the North once my uncle gets married, we have to take back the North of the Ironborn, I plan to kill that bastard of Theon with my own hands."
Jon like his brother, he wished to kill Theon, but his thoughts were on Sansa; she was alone in King's Landing, surrounded by enemies. "Do you think Kingslayer will keep its promise?" asked Jon. He had heard from Robb, how his mother had freed Jaime Lannister in an exchange to free Sansa and Arya.
"I don't know, my mother is desperate for girls, after the death of father, and how no one knows where's Arya and now my brothers' deaths... I'm afraid she's not the same anymore," Robb confessed, sighing wearily. "She barely sleeps or eat."
Neither of them said anything after that; only the silence of the howl of the wind could be heard. Jon felt sorry for Lady Catelyn, although the woman hated him for something that Jon was not to blame; he pitied her for the death of her children and her husband. "We'd better rest, in a couple of days we'll be marching to the Twins to my uncle's wedding, from there to the North to retrieve Winterfell," Robb suggested, standing up.
"I'll be here longer, it's been a long time since I prayed," Jon said, smiling at his brother.
Robb left the woods without saying more. Greywind walked behind his owner; soon Jon was left alone with his Gods and his direwolf Ghost. Jon prayed for his dead brothers, for his father, and for Arya whenever she was, and he hope wherever they were they would find peace
In the distance Jon heard the howl of Ghost, and soon that of his brother Greywind. "They cry for their fallen brothers," Jon thought. Watching the full moon that illuminated the godswood tonight.
"I never liked the howl of those beasts," spoke the voice of a woman that Jon knew very well.
"Lady Catelyn," Jon greeted, surprised to see Robb's mother in the Godswood, first of all because she was a follower of the Seven; as Jon remembered, they had been just a few times when Lady Catelyn had entered the Godswood. Jon quickly stood up to bow to her.
Lady Catelyn wobbly, walked to Jon, close enough to see him better. Jon noticed the woman's wobble and realized she was drunk. "You look a lot like him," Catelyn said suddenly with bitterness on her voice. Jon felt a twinge in his chest when she said those words; there was no need to guess who Lady Catelyn mean to. "To my bitterness you are more handsome than him."
From where Jon was, he could smell the wine coming from Lady Catelyn's mouth. "I'm sorry, for the loss of my father and my siblings," Jon said, and the woman grimaced as she recalled the pain of losing so many loved ones.
"Of all his children, you were the one born with Stark traits, followed by Arya," Catelyn said, without any emotion in her voice. "Now all of them are gone, and now I only have Robb and Sansa, and it's probable she lives long enough to give the dwarf a child and after that..."
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," Jon repeated again, not knowing what to do or say.
"I wish it had been you," Catelyn spit out, with poison in her voice. Jon closed his eyes and just nodded. Lady Catelyn took a few more steps, and now both were a few steps away; he could see the red eyes of the woman, where before there was a beautiful woman with soft and smooth skin. Lady Catelyn now had wrinkles, and it seemed that lack of sleep and stress had fallen upon her. "I wish you had died."
Catelyn repeated the same phrase several times, and she was getting closer and closer to Jon. "I wish you had died!" shouted Catelyn, inches away from Jon and slapping him suddenly.
Jon felt Lady Catelyn's hand against his cheek, and the next moment the woman took him by the face and she kissed him. Jon stayed stunned by what had just happened, one moment ago. Lady Catelyn was insulting and smacking him, and the next thing she was kissing him. Jon quickly pulled her away. "We can't, Lady Catelyn," Jon said, taking the woman by the shoulders.
This was the first physical contact they had both had in their entire lives. Jon had broken his vows with Ygritte; he was not going to break his vows with his brother's mother. The taste of wine permeated Jon's mouth. "Ned is gone, and you look too much like him, I haven't been with a man since my husband's death, my children are gone and you are all I have left of him, grant me tonight, just today," Catelyn begged.
Jon wanted to tell her that this was wrong, but seeing Lady Catelyn so vulnerable made his heart hurt. Jon didn't say anything and he just kissed her again, a voice in Jon's head, repeating it him, that this is wrong, that she should stop for the sake of her brotherhood with Robb, that he should stop for Lady Catelyn's dignity. But the other part of his brain told him to continue, to enjoy the touch of this beautiful woman and make her forget all her pain, at least for tonight.
It is his primal state that answers for Jon, his hands traced across the beautiful body of his brother's mother, they ran down her tits, all the way to her beautiful and great ass, those tits that suckled Jon's five siblings, a small moan escaped from Catelyn's lips, making Jon's cock startled. "Is this how father made her moan?" Jon can't avoid asking himself, while he kissed Catelyn, their tongue twisted each other and the taste of the wine runs through on his mouth and intoxicates him
The air leaves their lungs and Jon can't guess which of them broke the kiss first, but now their foreheads are joined. "Ned," Catelyn whispered, feeling Jon's hands on her ass.
Jon knows he shouldn't follow her on her fantasy, but he still does. "Yes, Cat," Jon replied, hoarsely; he shouldn't be pretending to be his Lord father; it's wrong in many ways. But now it was too late to stop.
Catelyn kisses him back, but this time slowly and lovingly, and Jon realizes that she is crying. "I missed you so much, Ned" Catelyn sobbed, sinking her face into Jon's neck.
Jon placed his nose on the woman's reddish hair and inhaled her scent. "Here I am, Cat," Jon whispered, grabbing his face, forcing Lady Catelyn to see him. "Here I am."
Jon put his hand between the Catelyn's hair and he kissed her again, as if he were Eddard Stark, Jon kissed the beautiful woman as he did with Ygritte, Jon carefully leaned against the hearth tree, and Lady Catelyn sat on his lap, and she began grind on his cock.
There was no affection in what they did; it was just repressed carnal desire from both parts. Jon kissed her lips, on the neck, behind the ear, and every time Catelyn moaned and sighed, it made Jon harder.
"I need you inside me so bad," Catelyn moaned, sucking his low lip.
The next move Jon removed her from her lap so he could undo the knots in her pants, his cock was released from his pants, and hit his belly. Jon grabbed her waist and he guide her to his cock; Catelyn grabbed her dress and covered Jon lap.
They saw each other before introducing his penis; inside her, was Catelyn, who lowered her hips and engulfed his manhood. Jon's cock was embedded inside Catelyn and both moaned at the same time. It was a beautiful feeling to be inside Catelyn; it was warm and humid.
Catelyn began to moan of pleasure as tears ran down her face. Jon fucked her hard and rough, his hands clenched, Catelyn's two tits wanting to release them. But the rational side of his mind told him not to do it; that he should not leave marks of what happened tonight.
So, Jon just massaged them; he groped that beautiful ass and kissed her passionately. Jon's hands went to her hips and Catelyn rocked forward and backward. she was slippery, Jon didn't want to be outside of her, she felt like... Home, she rode it fiercely. Moaning top of her lungs, probably caused by the wine.
Jon didn't want his brother to come and see them, so he kissed her to shut her up, but Catelyn broke the kiss and stretched her neck back and continued to scream. Jon let out a growl while hammering her pussy and with one hand covered Catelyn's mouth. "Do you want people hear us, Lady Catelyn?" Growl Jon, Catelyn looked at him with her blue eyes; she was mocking of him, because she stuck out her tongue and started licking Jon's hand.
With her little hands, Catelyn took Jon's hand, which was bigger than hers, and put a thumb to her mouth where she sucked it like a dick. "Shut up and fuck me," Catelyn growls, increasing her riding.
Jon groaned and felt he was close to cum; he thought Catelyn was close to her orgasm too, because she started whimpering and writhing on Jon's shoulder. "Cat," Jon growls, taking Catelyn's waist, he penetrated her hard and ungently, not caring if she hurt or if he put a bastard on her womb, he trembled and buried himself deep inside her, and together they let out a groan as they kissed.
Jon's thick seed went deep into Catelyn's pussy; both of them were sweaty and sore from rough kisses and bites. So, they stayed together for a few minutes.
None of them said a single word. Catelyn no longer looked at him, and suddenly she pulled Jon's cock out of her pussy and stood up. "You won't say a single word of what happened this night to anyone, otherwise I'll make sure you get castrated," Catelyn threatened, while wiping the seed from Jon's pussy with a silk napkin.
"As you say, Lady Catelyn," Jon replied, still sitting and with his cock outside.
Catelyn did not say goodbye to him; she only disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving him alone, as Lady Catelyn came; she left.
When he was left alone in Godswood, Jon stood up, tied his pants, and walked to his rooms. It was easy for him to go unnoticed; nobody in the castle noticed him. Although Jon was recently named as Stark, the people of the South still saw him as a bastard.
That night Jon could not sleep after what happened in the Godswood, a lot of feelings flooded his mind. "I just fucked Lady Catelyn," Jon thought, between excited and disgusted...
"You look like shit," Robb said the next morning. Jon had barely managed to fall asleep; his mind had been on a certain woman with red hair.
I'm afraid that I couldn't sleep last night", Jon said, sitting at the table next to his brother, out of the corner of his eye Jon saw Lady Catelyn talking with her brother Edmure.
Days passed away and every morning Jon trained with his brother, Northern and Southern men looked at them amazement, some saying they were similar to the late King Robert and the father of Jon and Robb reborn.
Jon since that night in the Godswood he had not exchanged words with Catelyn, or single greeting, both acted like the other did not exist. But Jon had noticed one thing, and that was that Lady Catelyn's attitude had changed.
"My mother seems to be more animated than before," Robb had told him, two days ago. And that was true; that gloomy aura that surrounded Catelyn had almost disappeared.
Now there was only one day left before they left Riverrun to rode to the Twins to the wedding of Catelyn's brother. Jon finished sharpening Longclaw, thing unnecessary, because Longclaw was a Valyrian steel sword and this one never would lose his sharpness, he placed her at the foot of his bed. The hour of the wolf had come, when he was ready to sleep. But it was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the door.
"Who will it be at this hour?" thought Jon, as he walked to the door.
When he opened it, he was surprised by the person outside. "Lady Catelyn," Jon said, surprised...