A Song of Lust and Desire: Chapter V: The One In Which Cat Meets a Catspaw

CHAPTER FIVE: Winterfell

Catelyn Stark was distraught. No, that wasn't quite right for how horrible she felt. Catelyn Stark was broken, as broken as her son.

Her second son, Bran, was found after falling from the tallest tower in Winterfell, his back crushed and his legs useless - if he even survives this ordeal. He hasn't so much as woken up since the accident. Her beloved husband, Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and the North, and now Hand of the King, delayed his departure south as long as he could but he was gone now too, taking with him half the servants of Winterfell, but more importantly her dearest daughters Sansa and Arya.

She was glad that her husband had sent away his bastard to the Wall, for in her heart she knew she couldn't stand to look at him now. Her anguished thoughts were bitter, and cruel. She would have traded Jon's life for Bran's, without hesitation. After all, Bran wanted to be a knight! Whatever could the bastard Jon do with his life that would be half as important?

Catelyn hasn't left Bran's bedside, even to bid goodbye to her husband and daughters. That is where her eldest son Robb found her, restlessly smoothing Bran's black hair back from his pale and sweaty forehead. Catelyn barely lifted her blue eyes from Bran's unconscious form and pushed a stray strand of auburn-colored hair over her shoulder. Her tired eyes were full of sadness and her voice cracked with emotion as she greeted Robb, "My son."

Stepping around the bed to his mother, Robb embraced Catelyn in his arms, attempting to soothe her. Thankful for the effort, her dainty hands rested on his forearms, where she found Robb's muscles to be thick, and stiff. Feeling arms like these, so much like her Ned, the matriarch of the Starks felt a longing deep inside her. Her fingers splay out over Robb's arms, tracing the outline of his muscles. Lifting her eyes to stare at the face of her oldest son, Catelyn Stark smiled softly before whispering, "You look just like your lord father."

Robb smiled downward into the face of his mother, sliding his eyes over her noble features. Catelyn Stark was once a beautiful child, and had retained much of that beauty into her late thirties. Robb's strong hand slides through Catelyn's auburn locks and, featherly, his thumb brushes over her ear and her earlobe, sending a shiver up her spine.

His voice whispered close to her face, his breath washing over the pale skin of his mother, "Are you cold, mother? Shall I heighten the fire?"

Burning her cheeks crimson, Catelyn slid her hands onto her eldest son's chest and murmured, "No...that felt good," as she began to trace the outline of his defined muscles through the thin fabric of his homespun doublet bearing the direwolf sigil of their house..

Robb inhaled subtly, filling his nose with the intoxicating scent of the woman in his arms, "Mother...I..."

Catelyn lifted her hand and pressed her finger to his lips, silencing him. Her fingertip slid down over his lower lip, eliciting a low moan from the back of his throat. Catelyn leaned closer to her eldest son and whispers throatily to him, "Call me Catelyn," before pausing tentatively and replacing her fingertip with her mouth, finally kissing her eldest son.

After a brief moment of shock, Robb's strong arms wrap around her lithe waist, pulling her against his broad chest. His mouth hungrily attacks her soft, plush lips and the pair stumble back and bump into a nearby table, causing the bits and baubles Maester Luwin had lain out to help treat Bran to wobble and topple.

Powerful hands jerk open Catelyn's blouse, the tearing of the fabric covered up by both a feminine gasp, and a low growl - wolflike - from Robb of, "Catelyn." Moments later Robb Stark, heir of Winterfell, descended on the pert nipple and barely drooping breast of his own mother with a ravenous mouth and searching tongue.

Lust clouded Catelyn's mind as she shuddered under the tongue of her son, flicking and nibbling and sucking at her breast. Rob's hands seek her skirt and girdle, and with a few fumbling and inexperienced tugs, the garments lie pooled on the floor. Her mind continued to reel as Robb grabbed her wide hips and lifted her from the floor, settling her ass onto the table nearby.

Her voice, dripping with desire, protested slightly "We...shouldn't...Robb...," while her blue eyes stared desirously into her son's eyes, so much like her own. Despite her protesting, her slender hands already moved for his belt. They loosened his pants with a needy speed, fishing her hands inside her son's pants to wrap her slim fingers around his thick, hardening shaft and free his cock into sight.

Her eyes widened at the sheer size of his thick cock. Robb Stark groans as Catelyn leans down and slides her tongue and her hands over his smooth shaft, "You are...impressive, my son. You take after your father even more."

Trembling hands tangle in her Tully-red hair, so much like Sansa's, as his moans increase in volume while the soft lips of Catelyn slip over his cockhead, sucking his cock into her wet, warm mouth, "Mother, I've never...I've never been with a woman."

Parting her lips from her son's cock, Catelyn fluttered her tongue featherly against the twitching cockhead and replies, need evident in her voice, her blue eyes burning up at his face, "Then fuck me, my son. Take your mother and become a man."

Long legs parted on the table as her son lunges between them without hesitation. Her skinny arms wrap around Robb's neck and she attack his broad neck with her lips, biting and nibbling the light complexion of his throat. Robb's hand surrounded his cock and, with all the patience of a virgin, plunged his erection into the warm, inviting folds of his mother's cunt.

The pitch of Catelyn's moans lifted loudly as her cunt stretched widely to accept the thick incestual intrusion of her son's cock, and her eyes pop open - to stare at the unconscious form of Bran on the bed on the other side of the room over Robb's shoulder. She buries her face into his shoulder and neck, eyelids fluttering closed both in pleasure and to shut out the sight of her sadness, as the cock buried in her cunt begins to pump into her with a gentle motion - as if Robb doesn't wish to hurt her.

Catelyn's fingernails claw at his shoulders as the pair make gentle love on the table. Her inner cunt walls tremble on Robb's cock as the young teen plunges faster-and-faster into his mother. Catelyn's mind, body, and voice explode entirely in orgasmic pleasure as she throws her head backward and screams her release to the ceiling. Robb stares hard at his mother's contorting face,and, despite his best efforts, unwillingly shudders and builds quickly to his own peak, "Catelyn...I can't believe..this..."

His mother silences him by grabbing his hair and planting her mouth firmly on him, kissing him deeply, and her son responds by shoving his tongue into her mouth. Her toes curl in continual pleasure as she shakes in climax. Robb, overwhelmed by pleasure, tensed entirely, and swims in his thoughts, trying in vain to delay his orgasm.

Robb's mind flashes back to everything Theon had said about sex, and realized that, without a doubt, Catelyn's cunt doubled everything he ever said and bragged about fucking the whores of the castle. He growls wolfishly as his climax washes over him, gushing his hot seed deep into the needy depths of his mother's burning, soaked, trembling cunt. Catelyn pants rhythmicly into her son's mouth and whimpers in inconceivable pleasure. As the pair shudders and lingers in their mutual bliss, a gentle knock at the door and a creek drive them into a frantic frenzy.

Robb jerks back from his mother and stuffs his wet cock into his pants, while Catelyn grabs her nearby robe and slips into it. It seems only fortuitous luck that the person opening the door did not throw it open, and took their time in their task. Master Luwin stood in the open door, expression blank on his face as his eyes bore into Robb, "Robb, the library tower...it is in flames."

Robb ran to the window to check, then swore and said, "Luwin, lets get some water bucket trains and start to do what we can to stop it!" The teen lingered his eyes on Catelyn's eyes, before need drives him out the door into the hall. Maester Luwin paused a moment in the doorway before departing, a lingering and knowing smile playing over his mouth as he looked at Catelyn, before following Robb out the door.

Catelyn Stark sighed heavily, her body still suffering little trembles and shakes. The Lady of Winterfell crossed the room to Bran's bedside, clad only in a haphazard robe that requires one of her hands to hold shut. Her mind wandered to the carnal pleasure that was just had. It had been so long since she had a lover who wasn't Eddard. Catelyn's mind flashed briefly to that night, on her name day decades ago. The feel of Lysa's feminine breath, Brynden's rough, course hands, and the gaze of her father Hoster as he watched...

Pulling her thoughts back to the present, she rests her hand on her second son Bran's shoulder and sadly smiled at her unconscious boy, before leaning over and kissing his forehead. She murmurs to his forehead, almost so lost in thought that she didn’t hear the door, "Perhaps it shouldn't be surprising that it happened."

The door creaks open and Catelyn's eyes linger on her son for a moment longer, before lifting to greet the newcomer. She pauses entirely at the rough, dirty, rag-clad man in the doorway. A blade flashed in his hand and he mumbles unhappily as he crossed the room to Bran, "You weren't supposed to be here. No one was supposed to be here."

Her scream of surprise turned to a scream of terror as the dagger plunged at her throat, only halted by her hands releasing her robe - revealing her nude body - and wrapping around the blade, causing deep slices to her palms but at least halting the dagger's deadly path. The catspaw paused entirely as his eyes drifted down Catelyn's revealed body. Using this distraction to her advantage, Catelyn shoved the man back, leaving bloody handprints on his shirt and running for the window to call for help.

The Lady of Winterfell doesn't get more than two steps as the strong hand of the catspaw wrapped around her elbow and dragged her screaming to the bed. A brief but ineffective struggle later, the naked Catelyn found herself bent prone over the bed - and over her unconscious son Brandon Stark. The catspaw snarls, "You weren't supposed to be here...but I am glad you are," as he kicks the Lady of Winterfell's legs open, revealing her cunt that is leaking her own son’s seed down her pale thighs.

Catelyn's eyes stare at Brandon's face and she begins to sob. Her struggles to lift herself from Brandon are undone with no effort as the catspaw shoves her back down, her breasts smashing against the young Stark's chest. Catelyn parts her lips in an attempt to bargain with the man, but her words are instantly lost and her eyes pop open wider as the man unceremoniously shoves his hard, engorged cock into her vulnerable cunt.

Tears freely flow down Catelyn Stark's cheeks as the common catspaw - a beggar, a vagrant, someone far beneath her station - violently rapes her on top of her unconscious son. Unlike the recent, tender lovemaking between her and Robb, the catspaw held nothing back, ruthlessly and mercilessly shoving and piercing her cunt with every single thrust deep into her body. In complete surprise to herself, her cunt walls trembled and another orgasm shudders through her body.

The catspaw quickly tenses and groans as he fills Catelyn's cunt with messy, leaking cum. With a fearful look Catelyn looks over her shoulder and barely sees the shadow enter the room that corner of her vision. There was a low rumble, a barely growled threat, and the wolf was upon him. The man's scream lasted barely a second, before the direwolf wrenched back his head, and tore out half the man's throat.

Catelyn slumped to the ground on her knees, sobbing, as the direwolf laid down peacefully on the bed next to Bran. The wolf was looking at her, jaws crimson and dripping. It's eyes glowed yellow in the darkness, and she whispers to it, "Thank you."

She began to laugh hysterically after, and that was how they found her minutes later, when Robb and Luwin and half the guardsmen in Winterfell burst into the room. As Robb helped her out of the room Catelyn's thoughts kept wandering back to the trembling orgasm that the catspaw had given her during her rape.