The Conquest of the Dragon-Wolf Cap 18 (Patreon)

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Catelyn was well aware that this was her daughter’s wedding night, but that was no excuse for her to monopolise Daemon all night long for herself. She, too, deserved to spend some time with her King before he set off for Essos.

She rolled about angrily and bored in her enormous bed, which felt very cold and spacious without her King in it. She’d long since lost track of how long she’d been waiting for him, but it had certainly been long enough for her to start getting angry with Sansa for being such a selfish little child and not thinking of her poor mother. But before she could carry on cursing her own daughter for not sharing her husband, she was abruptly snapped out of her thoughts when she heard someone knocking at the door. Catelyn leapt out of bed and headed for the door; she’d explicitly ordered the guards that she wouldn’t need them tonight and that no one was to disturb them unless there was a bloody war. So, not caring that she was naked, she opened the door, knowing it could only be one person.

Catelyn smiled happily when she saw Daemon on the other side; her King returned the smile as he was greeted by her in a state of complete nudity. But he didn’t even have time to say a word before she leapt into his arms with the fervour of a young lady in love.

Daemon barely had time to react; the force of Catelyn crashing into him sent him stumbling a couple of steps backwards, and he barely managed to hold her by her thick, soft thighs whilst she wrapped her legs around his waist. Catelyn sought his lips with an almost feverish enthusiasm, and he didn’t hesitate to respond with equal fervour. Their tongues met in a wet, rhythmic battle. For the first time, it was Catelyn who was the more active and aggressive, trapping his tongue between her lips before beginning to suck on it hard.

Catelyn moaned into his mouth as she resumed the frenzied kiss; their teeth clattered together as Catelyn tilted her head back to kiss him even more deeply. Catelyn was completely in heat; at no point during the kiss did she stop grinding her hips against his crotch, rubbing her hot, aroused pussy against his growing stiffness.

They devoured each other’s mouths right in the middle of the corridor, where any clumsy guard or stray servant might see them. But Catelyn didn’t care in the slightest if anyone saw her; her King had finally come to her, and it was her duty to receive him in the proper manner. And she would have continued kissing him to her heart’s content, but when the need to breathe became too urgent, they had to pull apart.

Resting her forehead against his, Catelyn looks at him with puppy-dog eyes before asking.

“Why did you take so long?”

With a laugh, Daemon replies.

“Well, I’m here now, aren’t I?”

Slowly lowering her to the floor, Daemon runs his hands over her seductive, curvy body until he reaches her bottom and gives her plump buttocks a firm squeeze.

Smiling happily, Catelyn slides a hand down towards his crotch and begins to rub him through his trousers before asking softly.

“How was my daughter?”

“She was great,” Jon says with a grunt.

“Is that so? Did her young, virginal pussy feel much better than mine?” Catelyn asks, rubbing him faster before answering her own question. “I don’t think that was the case. If my daughter had done a good job, you’d be sleeping beside her right now instead of coming to me. You couldn’t say goodbye without fucking the horny, needy pussy of your favourite whore one last time, could you, my King?” Leaning towards him, she bit his earlobe erotically, whispering seductively. “Don’t worry, my King, I’ll make sure to finish my daughter’s job and drain your balls with this filthy, unfaithful cunt that you love so much.”

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