I am Catelyn Stark, born Catelyn Tully I am Married to Ned Stark, a man of honour and integrity.

Aside from one...shameful dark haired mistake, now living on the wall.

I...on the other hand, am a Tully, the north does not suit me, the people here do not suit me. Ned does not suit me. I was meant to be wed to his brother Brandon...the one man in the north with hot blood, a man lusty and willing to enjoy making love, rather than giving me a few pumps and then going to do his duty elsewhere.

I cannot live with that, I cannot live without pleasure, and I refuse to be cooped up in my room with a length of wood drawing gasps and disappointment from me.

Ned broke his marriage vows first...this isn't...this is justice. At least that's what I tell myself.

I'm self aware enough to know the beautiful little creature I've taken my fancy with is a big influence on that though process, gods! barely a man grown and by his own admission in love with a woman of my age...

I must admit it's somewhat shameful that a woman of my age is so taken with him... I don't even have the excuse of being seduced...I happen to be the seducer in this case.

Gods though, he is another lusty northerner. The only one I'd been able to bloody find. It does help that he's so lustful and eager, a rough, fast fucking cannot be beaten by a few gentle pumps and a nap.

Though...recently I've taken to enjoying gentler, if much more passionate couplings with my little cub...

Perhaps I'll still have my fairytale man, someone to love and cuddle and coddle, to fuck and suck the seed from, to indulge myself in...I'll just have to hide it from Ned...

I suppose we might eventually be found out, but that doesn't matter, what matters is the musky scent of him when I bury my face betwixt his legs, and nuzzle his length before teasing him to the brink with my lips and tongue.

The sweat that we work up when I let him have his way with me, the slap of flesh on flesh as we bring each other to ecstasy. That glorious feeling of fullness when he fires his seed at the door to my womb.

The grunts and moans we draw from each other. The taste of his seed, so salty and thick... The warm, pleasant feeling of being held in his arms. The intense, burning pleasure that near forces me to cry out when I ride him like a Riverland Thoroughbred...

Oh that definitely matters...

He-Hey! Another one of these, I really don't know why I love em' so much, but Game of Thrones has a premium selection of milfs, I suppose this is a series of some-kind now, though it's been ages since I last did one! (Check out my previous one if you're interested!)

I'm looking for something utterly filthy, passionate and romantic! I'd love to see a bit of as story form! Feel free to make an OC!

Kinks: Femdom (from gentle to rough) Cumplay, intercural/outercourse, Male virginity, age gaps, ageplay, impregnation, pregnancy, breast play, oral, anal, rimming, feet, assplay, passion, love bites, Romance, Cheating, Story progression.

Can't wait to hear from you!