ENJOY YOU SEXY BASTARDS
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That night her husband tells her that he will march to White Harbor along with their son Robb and Theon Greyjoy, but he never mentions that he will take the bastard with him, and that infuriates her.
"What about Jon Snow?" she asks, trying not to sound annoyed with the bastard, because otherwise her husband will defend him.
"Jon will stay here in Winterfell while I'm gone. He's a quiet boy, he won't cause you any trouble, and above all, he'll stay out of your sight. You won't even notice him," her husband assures her, but that doesn't reassure her.
"I don't want him in this castle, I want him away from my children, I want him away from Winterfell," she hissed, trying not to start a fight with her husband.
Her husband looks at her confused when she says those words and she feels increasingly humiliated that Ned does more for his bastard than for his own family.
"Who do you think gives you the right to decide who leaves the castle or who stays?" Ned asked, raising his voice in the room.
"I am the lady of this castle, the Lady of Winterfell Catelyn Stark, I can also decide here," she replies, raising her voice like Ned.
"You are a Stark by name, not by blood. You are a fish, not a wolf. Jon is half Stark. He has my blood, and the blood of Benjen, Brandon, and Lyanna in his veins. He has the blood of my father and my father's father. He doesn't have the Stark name, but he is one by blood, and above all, he has the blood of…." Ned doesn't say whose blood the bastard has, but Catelyn doesn't need to know who he's referring to. The bastard has the blood of the Daynes.
She and Ned argue all night about the bastard and the bastard's mother. Ned leaves the room, and she is left alone, weeping bitterly. How she wishes she had married Brandon!
He wouldn't have allowed this kind of humiliation. Brandon would never have fathered a bastard. Catelyn loves Ned because he gave her five beautiful children, but she would never love him like she loved Brandon.
She never gave herself to Ned the way she would have given Brandon. She would have given her wild wolf everything; she would have given Brandon body and soul, every part of her body to him, something she never did with Ned. If he still loved Ashara Dayne, she loved Brandon a million times more.
The next morning, they say goodbye to her husband and son. She's still angry with Ned because of last night's argument; they both said things that hurt each other.
She knows Ned doesn't care how much she loves Brandon, and that's what infuriates her. She has no way of hurting Ned, but she's consumed by rage and wants to throw Ashara Dayne to the ground just imagining her sleeping with her husband.
She never did much with Brandon because her father didn't allow it; Hoster Tully wanted her to arrive at marriage chaste and a virgin.
Sansa is crying because she cannot go with her father to White Harbor, and Catelyn comforts her little daughter, who is now a young woman who has not yet blossomed, but knows that when she does, hundreds of lords will ask for her hand in marriage, and even a prince.
The bastard says goodbye to his father with a hug and can hear Ned telling him to take care of his family and not to cause any trouble for her or Sansa and to obey all orders, and Catelyn can't help but roll her eyes.
"Of course, Lord Stark, I will not cause Lady Stark any trouble," the bastard replied in his deep voice with a northern accent, and she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.
Once her husband has left, she is in charge of the castle and will let the bastard know who's in charge here, she will let him know that he has no home.
She glances sideways at the bastard, who has a smile on his face, his gray eyes watching the horses moving further and further away, and she can't help but wonder what he's thinking.
She spends the rest of the day on her husband's estate doing accounts, and in the afternoon she supervises her children. Her feet ache from the long walks.
The bastard helps Ser Rodrik with Bran's training; she will soon let him know that she is the one in charge in this castle. She humiliated him as a child, and she will do it again as an adult.
At dinner she is with her children and it is the most peaceful moment of the day, her son Bran keeps talking about the bastard and how he is teaching him to fight with a sword, soon her daughter Arya also speaks with pride of her half brother and fury soon possesses her.
"Arya, can you shut up for five minutes about Jon?" Sansa said, sounding so annoyed with Arya.
"You're just mad that Jon is more handsome and talented than Wayman Royce," Arya shouted angrily at her sister, and that piqued Catelyn's curiosity.
Her daughter seemed embarrassed by what her sister had just said. "Why do you say that, Arya?" Catelyn asked, a little alarmed.
"She's just being a stupid mother, she doesn't know what she's saying," Sansa replied, looking at her mother and was a little nervous.
"Of course not, Jeyne Poole said that Jon was more beautiful and handsome than Wayman Royce and you said that wasn't true because you were in love with Royce,"Arya declared, and the table fell into an awkward silence upon hearing that.
Her daughter Sansa was red with embarrassment at the revelation that she was in love with Wayman Royce and quickly became concerned about her daughter's hymen.
She remembered Yohn Roice's son as a handsome, slender, eighteen-year-old man with gray eyes, but he was also arrogant to the point of annoying others.
"Sansa, you didn't give your virginity to that man, did you?" she asked, fearful of her daughter's answer.
"No, Mother, I would never dishonor myself in that way!" Sansa declared, her face as red as her hair.
"Well, I would expect no less from a young lady like yourself. Anyway, I'll tell Maester Luwin to inspect you just to be sure."—Catelyn said as she returned to her dinner table.
Once she arrived at her rooms, she undid her braids and let her hair flow freely down her back. She took off her dress and carefully put it away. She stood completely naked in her room and looked at herself in the mirror. Thirty-three name days had passed, and there wasn't a single wrinkle on her face, not a single gray hair, and her breasts were still firm and a little large after giving birth to five children. Likewise, her hips had widened from childbirth. She no longer had the light and innocence she had when she was a maiden; now she had another kind of beauty, the beauty of a woman.
She put on her night shift and a robe to protect herself from the cold; her feet ached with every step she took. She summoned a servant and ordered him to bring Jon Snow and show the bastard that she was the mistress of the castle and he was just a bastard.
She poured herself a glass of wine and drank it while waiting for the bastard. The wine hit her quickly, and with the second glass, it clouded her judgment a little.
"Did Lady Stark summon me?"— The bastard's voice echoed in the room as he opened the door.
"Get in, bastard—" she ordered as she sat in her bedroom chair, looking sat the confident bastard, she would soon take it from him.
"Why do you need me?" the bastard asked once he was standing in front of her.
"Kneel down," Catelyn ordered, not going to allow a bastard to look down on her.
"Excuse me," the bastard said, confused.
"Are you deaf or what? I ordered you to kneel, not look down on me," Catelyn declared, taking a sip of wine.
" Gods, how my feet hurt," she thought as the bastard knelt in front of her.
"What did your father order you to do?" Catelyn asked the bastard once he was kneeling.
"Don't bother you and follow any order you give me," the bastard replied. Looking at him closely, she could see that he was a beautiful man. She could understand why women melted for him; if she were a young woman, she would too.
"That's right, you'll do whatever I order, whether you like it or not. After all, you're a bastard. We'll be in this castle for two moons, and I don't want to hear that you slept with some maid or went to town to screw some whore. I know your schedule, bastard, and I won't tolerate you further tarnishing your father's honor. If i see that you went to town to get a whore, and I'll make sure your father sends you far away from this castle." Catelyn threatened the bastard, who seemed surprised.
"As you command, my lady, I will not fuck the servants or whores, I see I have been on your mind all this moon," said the bastard mockingly.
She slapped him when he said those words; she wasn't going to tolerate any kind of mockery towards her.
"Who do you think you are to say such a thing, you filthy bastard, you will do everything I want, you hear me?"— He hissed angrily.
"I'm sorry, Lady Stark, is there anything this bastard can do for you?" the bastard asked, his voice echoing through the room.
"Yes, if you can do something for me, massage my feet"— she ordered as she stretched her feet towards the bastard, this was a sign of humiliation towards the bastard.
"As my lady commands," Jon said as he took her left foot and began to massage it. The bastard's fingers were firm and calloused from years of wielding a sword. She groaned with satisfaction as he rubbed his thumb on the sole of her foot. Jon was experienced at this; he massaged the right places.
"You are my servant, Jon," Catelyn said as she looked down, and the bastard looked at her confused as he massaged her right foot.
"Don't look me in the eyes, just keep going, focus on my feet."— she ordered as she took another sip of wine, giving another long sigh as he massaged her right foot.
You are my servant for two moons, you will do everything I say, do you understand?"— Catelyn declared while letting out a small moan of satisfaction.
"Yes, my lady," Jon replied in a deeper voice.
"You're very good at this, where did you learn it?" Catelyn asked, looking at Jon's face.
"I don't think you'll like my answer," the bastard replied with a mocking smile, and that annoyed her; he was supposed to be humiliated, not enjoying this.
"Do you think this is funny? Kiss my feet, you damned bastard!" Catelyn ordered angrily at the bastard.
"As my lady commands," the bastard said and kissed her right foot while looking into her eyes as if he were challenging her. Catelyn couldn't help but let out an involuntary moan when she felt Jon's mouth against her foot. Jon licked between her toes and ran his tongue slowly between each of them, before putting her foot in his mouth and playing with her toes.
"You're a fucking bastard," she groaned as she took her foot out of his mouth and put it on his face.
"Smell it," Catelyn ordered as she ran her foot all over his face; Jon's breath and tongue could be felt all over her foot and it tickled her.
Then she removed her foot and placed the other against his mouth, and Jon began to work on that kiss. He licked and sucked each of her toes with an expert skill.
The boy took both feet in his firm hands and placed them on his face, taking a long breath between them, and began to lick between the soles of her feet. She had begun to breathe heavily; the glass of wine had been finished long ago, and now she was touching her femininity while watching Jon lick and suck her foot.
"You're a filthy bastard, you'll do everything I tell you, you hear me?"— she said between groans and heavy breathing, the wine had taken effect so long ago that she didn't know what was happening.
"As you wish, my lady," Jon replied, her foot inside his mouth, which made her sigh.
"Brandon"— Catelyn moaned as she touched her clitoris and the bastard took her saliva-covered foot out of his mouth and looked at her confused.
The realization of what they were doing hit her hard and she opened her eyes so wide she felt they would pop out.
She placed her feet on the cold ground and noticed they were covered in saliva and slippery. Both she and Jon were breathing heavily, and Jon's face was covered in saliva and his cheeks were flushed.
"Get out!" Catelyn ordered furiously, and the bastard got up and quickly left the room.
" What have I done? He heard my moans and heard me moan Brandon's name," Catelyn thought as she walked barefoot across the cold floor of the room, her small clothes soaked in her juices, and he had only kissed her feet.
If the castle were to find out that a bastard have been kissing and sucking the feet of the Lady of Winterfell , it would be a disaster; she had to shut the bastard up.
AN:- How do you all like it ?
Don't worry jon is not submissive at all
You will find out later.surprise....
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