ENJOY YOU SEXY BASTARDS
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She's was so scared that she couldn't sleep. She'd thought she'd humiliated the bastard, but it turned out to be the opposite. She'd allowed another man, not her husband, to touch her lasciviously, and worst of all, she was touching herself and thinking about her ex-fiancé, Brandon.
Catelyn had never called the bastard by his name, but the alcohol, the bastard's hands and tongue on her feet, made her fall into a trance, and worst of all, she enjoyed it.
As Catelyn wept, she knelt and began to pray to the seven for the sin she had just committed. She prayed to the Mother to have compassion on her and to the Heavenly Father to judge her with His good judgment.
It was the bastard's fault; he had corrupted her and led her to fall into the temptation.
"Please forgive me for thinking about another man who is not my husband, forgive me for accepting the touch of another man who was not the father of my children, I ask for forgiveness for touching myself in front of another man and moaning a name that is not my husband," Catelyn pleaded while kneeling with her hands clasped together and praying feverishly.
When she finished praying, she poured herself another glass of wine and drinks it to forget what she's done. She has to think of something to shut the bastard up, but she knows he wouldn't tell anyone.
The bastard isn't the kind of man who brags. But she has to be sure the bastard won't say a word about this.
Besides, even if he did, who would believe a bastard? Everyone knew she hated him, so they'd never believe him.
Catelyn is as worried as if she's committed murder; her heart is pounding so loudly it's the only sound in the room.
Why had she asked the bastard for a foot massage? She didn't want his touch, she loathed him, and what's worse, she'd ordered him to kiss her feet. And what the bastard did was more than kiss them; he licked them, sucked them, touched her as if she were his wife, and Catelyn didn't stop him.
Ned had never done anything like that to her. Their intimacy in bed had always been her on the bottom and Ned doing everything else.
That was how she'd been raised, that's what the septas had told her as a child. The act between a man and a woman was solely for reproductive purposes, not for the woman's pleasure.
The man was the one who had to finish in order to have children, and Catelyn had been touched like a common whore today, as if she were a commoner.
When she manages to close her eyes and sleep, her dreams are about the warmth of the bastard's mouth against her feet, his tongue, his strong hands, and his gray eyes looking directly into her eyes as if he could see all her secrets.
Catelyn wakes up before dawn, her small clothes and thighs are wet, and she realizes that she is crossing her legs. When she touches her femininity, an electric current runs through her entire body, and it is so sensitive that she can barely place a finger there. She takes off her clothes and bathes in the tub of ice-cold water that is in the room. After the bastard had left, she had ordered a hot bath, but she had fallen asleep due to nerves.
When she finished washing, she dressed in a dress with the colors of House Stark and House Tully. She had to be quick and make sure no one saw her heading towards the bastard's rooms.
She had only a few minutes to get there; the guards had gone to rest and others would be coming to replace them.
When she left the room, she walked quickly from the bedrooms to the guest room, which was where the bastard's room was.
Few people slept in those rooms, so they wouldn't hear what she and the bastard were talking about. The last time she spied on the bastard, he was awake at this hour, so he often gets up early.
The castle corridors were lit only by torches on the walls. She walked so quickly because she didn't want anyone to see her.
Now she only had to turn the corner and she would reach the guest rooms. Her heart was pounding and her hands were tingling with nerves.
"What if he threatens me? Or tries to blackmail me?" Catelyn wondered once she was standing in front of the bastard's door.
The wine was largely to blame for what happened last night; therefore, the bastard had taken advantage of her.
If he dared to slander her, that would be her justification: the abuse of her status. After all, she was a lady of a great house and married to the guardian of the north.
They would believe her rather than a bastard born of lust and desire.
Catelyn slipped into the bastard's room and was surprised to see that it wasn't locked. When she entered, the bastard was standing in front of his mirror shaving his growing beard.
He was only wearing his pants and was naked from the waist up. He had a body sculpted by years of exercise; he wasn't as thin as his great height suggested.
The muscles in his arms tensed as he ran the razor over his face. The bastard's hair was tied back in a hair tie, as Brandon used to do, with a few loose strands falling over his forehead, but never from the bastard.
When she came out of her trance, she closed the door behind her and locked it to let him know she was there.
The bastard didn't look at her until he finished shaving, and that made her impatient. How dare a bastard make her, Catelyn Stark, Lady of Winterfell, wait?
"Lady Catelyn, what a surprise to have you here, I didn't think we'd have another session so soon, do you need another foot massage?" the bastard asked shamelessly.
"How dare you shame me like that, you took advantage of me!" Catelyn accused as she approached the bastard and slapped him so hard that her hand hurt.
"How dare you continue to mock me? I am the Lady of Winterfell and you are just a bastard.
What you did to me last night, no one in the castle must know, do you hear me? No one will believe you, and if you dare even tell the dead in the crypts, I will make sure your father has your head."—Catelyn threatened him. She didn't have the courage to order someone killed, but she had to pretend she did.
The bastard just smiled at what she had just said, and that worried her. Had he realized that her threats were just that?
"You say I was the one who took advantage of you?" the bastard asked, smiling at her.
"If I remember correctly, you were the one who ordered me to massage your feet, you were the one who ordered me to kiss your feet, and you were the one who masturbated while I did it.
So we both share the same sin, and I'm afraid yours is a greater one: asking another man to touch you in a way only a husband should touch his wife.
And not just any other man—you asked your husband's son, besides moaning your husband's brother's name while his son pleased you. I wonder what the septa or lord stark will say?"
Catelyn felt her legs tremble; if this came to light, if anyone knew what they had done, it would all be over for her; she would dishonor her father's house and her lord husband.
"No one will believe you, you are just a bastard and I am a lady of high birth, you have no proof, it's your word against mine," Catelyn said confidently, she would have Robb and her brother Edmure against the bastard.
"Am I a bastard now? Last night, as I ran your feet over my face and mouth, I was Jon to you, Lady Stark," the bastard mocked as he slowly approached her, a chill felt down her spine as he approached.
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