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


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, First Time, Incest, Male/Female, Author: AryaStarkNaked, Rating: 64.3, Source: sexstories.com

    CHAPTER FIVE: Winterfell (M/F, Inc, NC) Catelyn Stark was distraught. No, Catelyn Stark was ruined . 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. 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 as long as he could but he was gone now too, taking with him half the servants of Winterfell, but more importantly her dear daughters Arya and Sansa. At least he had the decency to send the bastard Snow to the Wall. Oh, I'd trade the bastard's life in a heartbeat to the Stranger, even if it would make Arya so very upset, if he would only give me back my Bran. He wanted to be a -Knight-. By the seven, please spare him! She hasn't left Bran's bedside, even to bid them goodbye. That's where her eldest son Robb found her, restlessly smoothing Bran's black hair back from his pale, 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. "My son," her voice cracked with emotion. Stepping around the bed to his mother, Robb embraced his mother in his arms, attempting to soothe her. Thankful for the effort, her dainty hands rested onto his forearms, where she found Robb's muscles to be thick, and stiff. So much like Ned. Oh, how I miss him. 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 woman, and had retained much of that beauty over the many years since her youth. 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. 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 along his lower lip, eliciting a low moan from the back of his throat. Catelyn leaned closer to her eldest son and whispered throatily to him , "Call me Catelyn." before pausing tentatively and replacing her fingertip with her mouth, kissing her son. After a brief moment of shock, Robb's strong arms wrapped around her lithe waist, pulling her against his broad chest. His mouth hungrily attacked her ...
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