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Jon Snow had always felt like an outsider within House Stark, his bastard status never allowing him the full acceptance he craved from the family that was not by birth, his own. His father's love and his siblings' warm embrace helped ease the sting of Catelyn's cold indifference, but it still festered inside him, a bitter seed that continued to grow. Jon had watched her with an almost obsessive curiosity, fascinated by the way her long auburn hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, and how her blue eyes pierced through any room she entered. He couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like to possess something so forbidden and desirable.
In one of the many sleepless nights, Jon had concocted a devious plan to sleep with Catelyn while she was unconscious, she would be none the wiser of the things he was about to do to her. He planned to ruin her. The Stark family was visiting the Umbers, leaving only Catelyn and Sansa Stark behind because they had fallen ill before the long journey, along with a few guards in Winterfell giving Jon Snow the perfect opportunity to put his devious plan into motion.
Jon was frequently made to work in the kitchens by Catelyn. He hated it but it had given him time to learn enough about herbs that causes intense drowsiness and which when potent enough could render the person unconsious for the whole night. The plan was flawless; he just needed to find a way to get it into her evening meal without anyone noticing.
As the sun set over Winterfell, Jon Snow slipped into the kitchens, his heart pounding with anticipation. Jon stealthily mixed the herbs tha for the sleeping draught into Catelyn's evening meal. He watched from the shadows as the cooks served the dish to Catelyn, who, unaware of the treachery, graciously accepted the meal and retired to her chambers for the night.
Jon knew that he couldn't be seen by anyone entering Catelyn's chambers but he had a ace up his sleeve. Jon knew of a secret passage that connected all the chambers in Winterfell, it was meant to be used to escape Winterfell if it was ever captured, but it had been long forgotten about. He had only come across it by complete chance when he was trying to hide some trinket he had found in the crypts in his room.
Feeling the anticipation building within him, Jon made his way to the secret passage and started his descent into the darkness. The cold stone walls seemed to echo his pounding heart as he made his way towards the Lady Catelyn's Chambers.
As he emerged from the passage, Jon found himself in Catelyn's bedchamber. She lay on her bed, her delicate features peaceful in sleep. Her auburn hair fanned out across her pillow, and Jon couldn't help but run his fingers through the silky strands, feeling the texture of her hair against his skin. Carefully, he undressed her, his hands gentle but firm, as if he was handling something precious and fragile. He could feel her body tremble slightly under his touch, but she remained fast asleep, oblivious to the invasion of her most intimate space.
As he stood over her, he couldn't help but admire her beauty, even in slumber. Her face was serene, perfect, and his body ached with desire as he looked down at her. He knew this was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment when he would finally get back at her for all the veiled insults, everytime she belittled him or everytime she forbid him from spending time with her trueborn children. He would get her back for every time she had made him feel unworthy just because he was a bastard, a stain on the Stark family honour.
He crawled onto the bed beside her, his body tense with anticipation. He could feel the heat of her skin against his, and the scent of her, like a flower blooming in the cold night air. With a deep breath, he slowly began to kiss her, his lips brushing against her soft lips, tentatively at first, as if afraid to disturb the peace. Her mouth was warm and inviting, and he let himself sink into the sensation, tasting her sweetness as his own desire began to bubble up within him.
He kissed her more passionately now, his hands tracing the curve of her waist, the smooth skin of her back, the delicate lines of her spine. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he murmured into her ear, his voice husky with lust. He trailed his tongue along her jawline, tasting the saltiness of her skin. She smelled faintly of lavender, a scent that seemed to wrap itself around him as he moved closer. Jon's hands roamed freely over her body, exploring every curve and contour, reveling in the feel of her skin beneath his palms. The warmth of her body radiated through the thin layers of clothing separating them, and he could feel her heart beating rapidly beneath his fingers.
"You have no idea of the things I am planning to do to you," he groaned to her unconscious form.
He moved lower, kissing her neck, her chest, her stomach, the soft skin of her inner thighs. As Jon continued to explore her body, he felt the intensity of his burning desire between them to defile this woman, pulsating through his veins. He was no longer just a bastard, but a man, strong and powerful, taking what was his.
With a renewed determination he began to undress her, his movements slow and deliberate. He started by unbuttoning her dress, exposing her bare skin inch by inch. He ran his hands over her, exploring every curve, every line, every dip and valley. Her skin was so soft, her breasts full and proud jewels that he'd only dreamt of touching. His fingers traced the outline of one, circling her nipple before pinching it gently. She didn't even flinch in her deep slumber and he felt himself grow harder at the thought of taking what was forbidden fruit. He leaned down, his lips connecting with her nipple, sucking on it with a lust he didn't know he possessed. The taste of her nipple, sweet and enticing, danced on his tongue. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, sucking and nibbling until it was just as engorged as the first.
A familiar heat began to pool in his groin as his desire grew. He got up from on top of her and undressed quickly, freeing his throbbing cock from his breeches. It sprang forth, engorged and eager for release. He moved lower, his fingers trailing down her stomach until he reached the juncture of her thighs. He cupped her womanhood in his hand, rubbing her through the fabric of her small clothes. She moaned again, louder this time.
His cock was now rock hard and throbbing with need, but he ignored it, wanting to savor the moment for as long as possible. He slowly slid her small clothes down her legs, revealing her most intimate parts to him. He leaned down and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent.
She smelled intoxicating, her musk and sweat combining to produce an overwheling scent that drove him wild. He ran his tongue along her slit, tasting her, his eyes rolling back in his head as he moaned in pleasure. He teased her with his tongue and fingers bringing her to the brink of orgasm before backing off, making her unconsciously moan in her sleep. He carefully lifted her legs, sliding them over his thighs Jon eyed her body greedily, his pulse pounding faster against his temples. When she was thoroughly soaked with arousal and letting out silent whimpers, he place himself on top of her in the missionary position and finally slid his cock inside her, grunting as he entered her tight, wet heat. He thrust into her, his cock sliding effortlessly into her depths. He started slowly sliding in and out of her.
Each entry felt divine, his cock plunging inside her, stretching her tight walls, filling her to capacity. Her silken flesh gripped him tightly, milking him with every stroke. Her arousal intensified, her body writhing beneath him. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, and the sensitive spot below her ear, each kiss leaving a trail of fire that spread through her veins.
He thrust deeper, his heart pounding in his chest, the sound of his own breathing echoing in his ears.
His body trembled with the onslaught of pleasure, and he thrust harder, faster, driving himself deeper into her. Her walls clenched around him, her involuntary moans and gasps getting louder and louder. Jon felt his climax building fast and bit his bottom lip to stave it off. He wanted this to last, didn't want it to be over in mere seconds. He kissed her fiercely, her lips as soft and sweet as her body. Throughout it all she remained unconscious. As Jon continued to thrust into Catelyn, his movements growing more frenzied, he found himself growing closer to the edge. He felt his orgasm building, threatening to break free at any moment. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold it back, but it was of no use. With a groan, he let go, thrusting deep into her one final time as his seed spilled into her.
Her body clenched around him, her walls milking his cock as he emptied himself into her. He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. He could feel her warmth spreading through him, filling him up in a way he hadn't expected. He had never felt so alive, so powerful. As the last tremors of his orgasm subsided, he lifted his head, looking down at her. His cock stirred once again as he saw his cum leaking out of her cunt.It seemed like his body still wasn't full satisfied.
He turned Catelyn so that she lay on her stomach, exposing her bare arse to him. His cock pulsed with want at the sight. He spread her arse cheeks and stared at her beautiful puckered asshole. He bent down and took in her scent, it was intoxicating. He tentatively probed her asshole with his tongue. Catelyn's body jerked slightly, but she remained asleep. Jon continued to lick and suck on her tight asshole, while his fingers explored her cunt.
Jon's tongue flicked over the tight skin of Catelyn's asshole, while his fingers slid easily through her wet folds and explored every inch of her slick, warm walls. Catelyn's body shuddered with each touch, her hips occasionally twitching in response.
He felt her body respond to his touch, her sphincter muscles tightening and releasing in rhythm to his tongue's flicks. Her involuntary moans grew louder, her breathing becoming ragged as her unconscious body gave herself to him completely. A mix of sweat and arousal filled the air around them, musky and wild. The scent drove him further into a frenzy of desire.
He stopped his ministrations and looked around the room and found exactly what he was looking for. He strode confidently towards the table, his eyes trained on the container of oil. With a steady hand, he picked it up and approached her. He poured the warm liquid onto her clenched anus, watching as it slowly dripped down her thighs.
With a delicate touch, he dipped his fingers into the oil, ensuring they were completely coated. He then slowly penetrated her impossibly tight asshole with his index finger, the oil making it slight easier to push past her tight sphicter. His cock started throbbing at the sight of his fingers disappearing into her tight entrance, the flesh of her colon hugging them tightly. Slowly but surely, he continued to work his way in, feeling her body relax and open up to him. The intoxicating scent of the oil mixed with the musky smell of her now pulsating asshole made his cock twitch in anticipation. His desire overtook him as he positioned his slick, lubed member in front of her tight and inviting asshole. With a determined thrust, he pushed forward, feeling the resistance of her tight muscles as they clenched around him. His hands were like a vice, gripping onto her hips with an iron grip. With each push against her entrance, his fingers dug deeper into her flesh, anchoring her to him as if she might slip away. Despite the tightness and tension, he persisted, driven by a primal need to conquer and claim her.
With every inch gained, he could feel her unconscious body fighting against the intrusion, her muscles clenching and resisting his advance. But he couldn't stop now. This was what he had secretly dreamed of, what he craved with a desperate hunger that consumed him. Nothing could stand in his way as he pushed forward, driven by an insatiable desire. After a few more seconds of intense resistance, he finally plunged fully into her, filling her to the hilt and making the impact of his thrust reverberate through her body, his eyes closed in blissful ecstasy.
He slowly withdrew his length from her tight, quivering entrance until just the tip remained nestled inside. With a sharp thrust, he plunged back into her depths, causing her body to convulse and arch in response. A small cry of pain escaped her lips, but it only seemed to fuel his desire further. He continued to move with force and intensity, driving himself deeper into her velvety warmth with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as their bodies moved in perfect sync, consumed by primal pleasure.
His thrusts grew faster and harder, his body trembling with the force of his desire.
His body trembled with the onslaught of pleasure, and he thrust harder, faster, driving himself deeper into her.
Even though she remained asleep her body responed involuntarily. Her mouth was open, her brows furrowed in pain as she took in the man's powerful thrusts. Her hair was a wild mess, tangled and tousled from their movements. Her skin was flushed with a rosy hue due to the exertion, her muscles flexing and straining with each movement. Her body was limp and unable to resist, being pushed to the edge of pleasure.
Driven by an overwhelming primal desire, Jon's hands frantically search for something to enhance the intensity of the arsefucking he was giving to Catelyn Stark. With a deep growl, he grabs a pillow and shoves it under Catelyn's writhing body, elevating her hips and exposing her tight asshole for his pleasure. Saliva drips from his mouth as he rams into her with renewed fervor, determined to claim every inch of her with savage thrusts. The bed creaks beneath them as Jon shifts his weight onto Catelyn's back, pressing her into the soft mattress. His hips keep thrusting forward, each movement taking him deeper into her until he feels like he might lose himself completely. With his hands now free, he reaches underneath her and grasps at her breasts, squeezing them hard as he continues to move within her. His grip on her breasts is tight, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he uses them as an anchor to hold himself in place. Saliva and sweat mix on Jon's lip as his mouth hangs open in pleasure. Catelyn's skin tastes salty and sweet against his tongue as he kisses and nips at her neck and shoulders.
Catelyn's limp body writhes and moans uncontrollably as Jon pounds into her asshole with reckless abandon. Each forceful thrust elicits a guttural gasp from her unconscious form, driving him wild with a primal lust he never knew existed. Her tight, pulsating muscles grip his cock like a vice, intensifying the pleasure until it's almost unbearable. Jon can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps and his balls tightening with each powerful thrust. With one final push, he explodes inside her, his primal instinct taking over as he empties himself completely into her ass. His body spasms with ecstasy as he collapses on top of her, panting and trembling from the intensity of the experience. As he pulls out of her slowly, his cock slips out of her tight hole with a satisfying pop. He looks down at Catelyn, still unconscious but now covered in his hot cum leaking out of both her pussy and ass.
He had claimed her body like no one before him had, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
Coming out of the haze of lust he quickly sobered up. He knew he couldn't leave any evidence of his deed, so he went to the privy and got a bucket of water and a cloth. He starter cleaning her with the damn washcloth, first wiping his cum from her cunt and her asshole.
After he finished cleaning her thoroughly, leaving no evidence of his bodily fluids on her. He then combed her hair and dressed her up again making sure she looked just like when he had first entered the chamber that night. He then put on his clothes and did a quick sweep of the room making sure he left nothing behind that would point to him being there. He left the room, throught the secret passageway taking it all the way back to his room.
As he fell asleep,his body thoroughly sated and satisfied. He had finally taken his revenge on the woman who had tormented him for so long. He final thought before sleep took him was that there were still a few months left before the Stark family would be back. Now he just needed to make a large batch of his sleeping potions. His cock stirred in his breeches as he imagined the things he would do to Catelyn Stark in the coming weeks and months.