A New Player in the Game

Chapter 2 – Catelyn Stark

Catelyn Stark stood on the battlements of Winterfell; her eyes fixed on the horizon. It had been months since she had seen her daughter Sansa, and she worried about her every day. The war had taken a toll on them all, but it was the fear of losing her children that kept Catelyn up at night. Brienne of Tarth, the woman that had brought her back had now been sent away on a mission to locate her daughter, Arya and bring her back. She just hoped all her children would be in her arms soon.

After Renly's death at the hands of a shadow, she and Brienne of Tarth had ridden back to the Riverlands. Tales of sorcery had gotten out of the Tyrell camp and now without a rightful King to back them up, they were in a truly precarious position. Thankfully, she hadn't been named a suspect but Brienne hadn't been so lucky.

Her son, Robb, he decided that she should go back to the North, especially since she now had protection in the form of Brienne. She didn't tell him about the sellsword she had tasked with bringing back her daughter. She knew he would not agree with her.

But now she was back here, with her sons, and thank the Seven she was. Since they had a lot more men than before, they were easily able to repel the attack of the Ironborn. The headless body of Theon Turncloak had been fed to the dogs once Ser Rodrik had gotten all information out of him. His head been smashed to pieces and thrown in the forest.

Brutal it might be, but execution was simply far too tame for what he had done.

Getting those thoughts out of her head, she looked past the castle gates, hoping for a miracle, like she did every day for the last few months.

As she looked out, she saw a figure in the distance, riding towards the gates. At first, she could not make out who it was, but as the figure got closer, she could see that it was actually two people riding towards the castle. She thought nothing of it, believing it to be another messenger bringing news regarding the war but as the duo came closer, she could make out the bright auburn hair of the Tully family. And apart from her and Robb, only one person had hair like that in the North.

As she watched the two come closer, her expectations turned into reality as she watched who had come through. Her daughter, Sansa. Catelyn's heart swelled with joy as she rushed down the stairs to meet her.

The gates creaked open, and Sansa rode in, followed by a small entourage of knights and men-at-arms. Catelyn ran towards her daughter, tears streaming down her face as they embraced.

"Mother," Sansa said, "I'm home. I am finally home."

Catelyn held her daughter tightly, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Oh, Sansa," she said. "I've missed you so much. We all have."

Sansa looked around, taking in the sights of Winterfell. "It's so beautiful here," she said. "I never thought I'd see it again."

Catelyn nodded, wiping away her tears. "Come, let's go inside. Everyone will want to see you."

As they walked through the gates, the residents of Winterfell gathered around them, smiling and cheering. Catelyn led Sansa through the crowd, towards the great hall where Bran and Rickon were waiting.

Bran was sitting in his wheelchair, his face lighting up as he saw his sister. Rickon was bouncing up and down with excitement, grinning from ear to ear. Hodor and Ser Rodrick stood nearby, watching over them.

"Sansa!" Bran exclaimed, "You're back!"

Sansa walked over to Bran and hugged him, tears streaming down her face. "I'm back, Bran. I'm home."

Rickon ran over to them and hugged them both. "I missed you, Sansa," he said.

"I missed you too, Rickon," Sansa replied.

Catelyn watched her children, feeling her heart fill with love and pride. She then turned to the mystery knight who had she had tasked with bringing Sansa home, tears still streaming down her face.

"Thank you," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "Thank you for bringing my daughter back to me."

The knight stepped forward, his face hidden behind his helmet. "It was my pleasure, Lady Stark," he said. "I'm just glad that Sansa is home where she belongs."

Catelyn hugged the knight tightly, feeling a sense of gratitude towards this stranger who had risked his life to bring her daughter back to her. "Thank you," she whispered.

The residents of Winterfell cheered and clapped, grateful to have one of their own returned safely. Sansa was home, and Catelyn knew that her family was now complete once again.

As the celebrations continued, Catelyn pulled Sansa aside and held her close. "Tell me, my darling," she said, "what happened to you?"

Sansa's face turned grave as she recounted the horrors she had witnessed. The sorrows of the residents of the city, her father's death, Petyr Baelish, Joffrey and his cruelty, the time she had almost been raped, the feeling of being alone in a keep full of blonde shits.

But despite the pain and cruelty, Catelyn felt a sense of pride in her daughter. She had survived the worst the world could throw at her and had emerged stronger for it. She had proven herself to be a true Stark.

"Rest now, my sweet child," she wished her daughter farewell, as night had finally blanketed over the castle, most of the residents either getting frisky with each other or were drunk and asleep. "I shall speak to you tomorrow along with the good ser that saved you."

Sansa nodded and hugged her mother one last time before she disappeared into her chambers, looking forward to lay in her bed after months of being away from home.

Similarly, Catelyn herself left the hall, intending to seek out Ser Rodrick and Maester Luwin and discuss the plan ahead. They had successfully repelled the attack of the Ironborn once, but she knew how relentless those cunts could be. They would need to well prepared.

~ After a few hours ~

Catelyn Stark wandered through the halls of Winterfell; her thoughts consumed by the identity of the mystery knight who had brought her daughter Sansa home. As she walked, she made her way to the room where the knight had been staying during his stay at the castle. She wanted to thank him personally for his bravery and kindness.

As she approached the door, she hesitated, unsure if she should knock or simply wait until morning. But as she stood there, she heard a muffled noise coming from within. It sounded like someone was having a good time.

Blushing, Catelyn decided that she would seek out the knight in the morning, content on letting him spend the knight with his companion. But… it had been months since she had felt the touch of another man.

Her husband had decided to leave her behind and move to the Capital, depriving her of carnal pleasures. And no matter how much she tried, with everything that had been going on, her fingers were not enough to bring her the pleasure she decided.

So, after a moment of hesitation, she decided to slightly push open the door, her intrusive thoughts overpowering her sense of control. And what she saw, rocked her very being.

Her sweet Sansa, now a woman grown, was being brutally fucked like a whore from Wintertown by the mystery knight. He had her daughter beneath him, her legs rested on his shoulders while their hands remained intertwined above her head as she moaned and whimpered like a cheap whore.

She was about to call for the guards and have this bastard gutted but when she saw her daughter beg the knight to go harder, and fuck her till she couldn't move, she changed her mind. It wouldn't do well for other men to see her like this.

Without her realizing, Catelyn's hands had began roaming over her robe clad body as she watched the scene in front of her with rapt attention. It had been months since she had felt the touch of a man and now watching her daughter get fucked like this, was awakening something inside of her.

She found her fingers itching closer and closer to her womanhood but she thankfully caught herself when she realized her position, and how she could easily be caught.

She hurried away from there, vowing to end this charade and talk to the knight herself tomorrow. Right now, she had something to do.

~ The Next Day ~

"You asked for me, my lady?" the sellsword asked as he poked his head inside her chambers. She had tasked Ser Rodrik to bring him to her room the first thing in the morning after supper and asked for some privacy for the matter she wished to discuss.

"Yes, I did, Ser… I terribly apologize but I realise now that I never got your name," Catelyn said as she asked him to come in.

"It's not your fault, Lady Stark. In my profession, its better to not give out our names so easily. Just call me Ser for now," the knight replied as he came in, standing in front of her with his arms crossed.

Looking at him with a hard look in his eyes, Lady Stark decided to skip straight to the point and said, "I came to thank you yesterday. For your bravery and kindness. For keeping your word. And to my shock, I had to bear witness of you fucking my sweet, daughter."

The knight's eyes widened at that. He was about to say something but before that Catelyn cut him off and continued to speak, "Save it. You can't possibly have something to say about this. All I wish to say is, stay away from my daughter from now on. But I get it that the allure of a noblewoman might be hard for you to avoid. Which is why I have an offer for you."

He already knew where this was going. Wordlessly, he went ahead and locked the door of the room they were in. If this was what she wanted, who was he to deny her.

~ A few minutes later ~

"You sure you still want to do this?" he asked, his eyes closed as he felt her cunt rub against his cock.

Gripping himself by the base, he slapped the head of his cock against her folds a couple times, listening to her whines of pleasure, before sliding his length up and down them.

With her teeth clenched and her lower body tensed as she felt his cock repeatedly scrape back and forth against her swollen clit, Catelyn practically growled out her reply. "Mmnghh!- Stop teasing me and put it in already, you bastard!"

Hearing her, he decided to do just that. He didn't know how much longer he could himself back anyways with how inviting her slit was being. So dragging himself back until the head of his cock was lined up with the opening to her womanhood, he flexed his hips and slowly pushed.

"Ohh, fuuck," both him and Catelyn groaned in unison as his cockhead stretched out her cunt's entrance. Steadily, he went deeper and deeper into her soaking wet love tunnel, stopping only occasionally so that she could get used to his size since it was obvious she'd had nothing close to his the entirety of her marriage with Ned Stark, until finally the tip of his cock made contact with her deepest parts.

"Ah your dick is so big! It feels like it's in my stomach!" the Lady of Winterfell cried out with her head thrown back. She was having trouble breathing as his tremendous girth made her feel like she'd had a long, thick pole stuck up her cunt. The walls of her vagina were spasming and she felt like her guts had been moved out of the way for the pillar of meat that was his cock.

'He's gonna kill me with that thing!' Catelyn thought with a lewd smile, her desires coming to the forefront of her mind, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as she experienced a miniature orgasm just from the insertion of his huge cock.

Pulling his hips back with his hands on her sides, the knight sighed pleasurably as he felt Catelyn's velvet tunnel grip onto his dick like she would die if he wasn't inside of her. She was unconsciously trying to drag him back into her warmth, her tight walls rippling around his length and massaging his cock so wonderfully he saw stars enter his vision for a moment.

"Fuck! This pussy is perfect!" he growled out while tightening his grip on her sides.

Then with nothing but a lustful grunt and a glance down into her Tully blue eyes, the muscles in his body tensed before he slammed himself balls deep into her sopping cunt once again.

As he did so, the Tully milf's mouth fell open, a silent scream leaving her as she was sent right back into the stratosphere after having just come back down. Embarrassingly enough, due to the high stimulation and endless cumming, she squirted all over her marital bed that she had shared with her husband for so many years. And never had she experienced anything even remotely close to this. Her mind was scattered, replaced with a sea of bliss and fuzziness as she experienced the explosive release of her sexual fluids onto his cock and lower body.

"Mmm-ohh, yessshh," Catelyn moaned, her ass clapping against his thighs over and over as he moved her body at a sedate pace. She felt good. His huge cock was discovering places that she did not know existed, but this wasn't enough. She needed more. 

"Harder! Fuck me harder, Ser!" She begged and yearned for more. "Fuck me like you fuck my daughter!"

"Shit! You sure you can handle that?" he asked through gritted teeth, looking down into her desire-filled eyes and seeing her answer to his question even before she said it. She was gripping onto him so hard he felt like she was gonna rip his dick off if he wasn't careful.

"Yess! Pound me! Make me feel like a woman again with your big, hard cock!" Catelyn whimpered out as she felt him adjust her body before he began thrusting into her at a speed that made her voice die down. Moans and spittle were the only things coming out of her mouth now. 

"Damn," the man ground out through clenched teeth, moving his left hand up to grab at her massive tits. "It's almost like you want me to cum inside you with the way your cunt is gripping me, trying to trap me inside."

There was silence for a few moments, not counting the constant whorish sounds leaking out of the Stark matriarch's mouth. 

"-ed me."

He shook his head, gritting his teeth as he tried to focus on what she was saying. He saw the redhead milf was also looking at his face, mumbling something.

"Breed me!" she finally muttered, loud enough for him to understand. A dark grin decorating his face now. 

He let himself fall forward, putting his weight over his forearms as they rested beside the face of the milf. His legs extended in a 'V' shape, his body parallel to the ground, cock still halfway inside the redhead. The plank was difficult to hold, carrying his entire mass to the four points touching the ground. Thankfully, there was a fifth point of contact that was begging to be relied upon.

There was a dirty squelch, as his weight forced his cock inside the milf roughly, displacing air and creating a particularly lewd sound.

"YEEESSSHHHHH! Ohhh! Ohhh!" His head rested above the screaming lady, watching her face getting atomic red, the toes framing her face curling and uncurling as he pounded her just the way she demanded. 

The pistoning of his hips reached a fever pitch, forearms aching, toes stuttering against the ground as he determinedly tried to rearrange the insides of Lady Stark.

Her insides coiled around his thick shaft, trying to capture the behemoth inside her sopping wet cunt. But his stamina prevailed even against the milf's every effort, allowing him to keep plundering her wet tunnel. He was thankful to Sansa for the early morning blowjob. He doubted his ability to keep himself from emptying inside otherwise.

"Shit! Here it comes!" He groaned, fucking into her juicy cunt for a few more seconds before pulling her so that her crotch was planted against his and his cock was lodged balls deep against her cervix before he emptied his balls inside of her.

Catelyn didn't even register a single word of what he said. No, the only thing she could focus on was the orgasmic, toe-curling feel of his immense girth pulsating inside of her over and over as his cum conquered every quivering inch of her vagina. Opening her mouth and pursing her lips, she let loose a long drawn out moan as her womb was filled to the brim in seconds with her daughter's mystery lover's scorching hot seed.

Jerking his hips, his eyes closed as the redhead milf's walls milked him of everything he had to offer. It was only after about a minute or so that his climax finally tapered off.

Catelyn could only sigh in content at the feeling of being so full. She was glad he had accepted her offer. But she doubted she could keep him satiated and keep him in check alone. Maybe she could find another lady to occupy his time. And hopefully, her daughter will appreciate what her mother has done for her future. 

She was such a good mother. 

Author's Notes

Chapter 3 is up. Go check it out and more. 

Ciao.