Chapter 4
Very soon after their night with Elia, Ned had married Ashara. They had the ceremony in front of the Weirwood he had fucked her and Elia against a few nights earlier. After that, the newly weds had travelled to the Vale, so he could show her his foster home before they went to Winterfell. Then word had reached them of Lyanna’s abduction. Apparently, Rhaegar was the culprit. In a rage, Brandon had gone to King’s Landing with a number of companions to demand justice. The wolf’s blood always ran strong with him.
In an ever more frequent fit of madness, Aerys had Brandon and his followers imprisoned for treason and called Ned’s father to answer for Brandon’s crimes. That was all they knew so far. The mood was a sober one, as they ate their dinner together. Neither Ned, nor Robert were in a particular mood for japes and laughter.
Ashara was unsure what to do, she had already sent letters to Elia and her brother. Trying to get answers, or get them to speak to the King on house Stark’s behalf. They heard the door open and all looked up, seeing Jon Arryn walk into the room with a somber look, a role of parchment clasped in his hands.
Dark wings, dark words.
Seeing Jon’s face, Ned shot up from his seat “What does it say?”
“I’m so sorry Ned…”
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Ned had been a boy before he received the news…now he was a man.
He closed his eyes as the cold winds rushed passed him and thought back to the early days of the tourney at Harrenhal. Or further back, to the days where he would play with Bran and Lya in the Winterfell courtyard, as mother and father watched over them. Life had seemed simpler then. He had wanted to become a Witcher like great uncle Beric ‘The Bloodwolf’ and fight monsters.
Now… his mother had died in childbed some years passed, his father and older brother were murdered by a madman and his sister was somewhere only the gods knew. It seems I am to fight monsters after all… To say that Ned was angry, would be the understatement of the year.
Now, Ned was the Prince of Winterfell, having completed the trial of winter, with Benjen ruling the North as Ned lead their armies. Three and ten years old and he has to rule the biggest kingdom in Westeros, Ned thought. He didn’t envy his little brother. Yet, he knew it was the safest place for him. The North was extremely well defended, he was surrounded by loyal advisers and Beric. ‘The Bloodwolf’ was the greatest swordsman in the North, he had taught Ned everything he knew, he would protect Benjen till his dying breath. Should the worst happen, the North would be able to throw off all invaders from the south.
Snowsong roared beneath him as she beat her wings a few times, climbing higher into the sky. Ned had flown on a few of the Great-Eagles that lived in the Vale, yet nothing could compare to flying on dragon back.
Especially now that he didn’t feel the biting cold anymore.
The trial of winter had awoken the Others blood that lay dormant in the Stark line. His newfound strength and enhanced senses had required some getting used to, yet Ned was managing. He had yet to transform into a wolf, it was something he would have to practice after the war. If there is an after... The Ice magic required constant practice to master, the Druids had given him a book written by Cregan ‘The Mage’ to help understand his new abilities, it had been quite useful. Now he could form simple weapons out of ice and produce blasts so cold, that could freeze a man solid. So far, the greatest benefit Ned could see was that cold no longer affected him.
Of course, being the Prince of Winterfell had meant something else too, Ice. He was always aware of his family’s sword, now. It called to him. Upon hearing the news of his father and brother, he had gone to a balcony, reached out his hand and summoned the sword to him. It had flown all the way from the Red Keep to his hand.
Holding Ice in his hands for the first time was a bittersweet experience, to say the least. It was the legendary blade of house Stark, it’s contemporaries were Blackfyre… Darksister… Dawn... It was the sword that had been held by all his fathers since the time of ‘The Builder’. It was the sword that should have been Brandons… Ned let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.
Thoughts of his family were a bed of nettles, so he looked to Snowsong. As Gnasher and Saeraxys were riderless, they had stayed in the North. He had not seen the dragons for quite some time. Snowsong was a beautiful creature, silvery white and blue scales covered her, with blue, leathery wings. She was long and bulky, with three long horns that bent forward from her head, giving her an intimidating visage. Ned couldn’t be sure, but he thought she was the largest dragon house Stark owned. She wasn’t quite as big as Robert’s dragon: Stormbreaker, but she was a few decades younger than him.
He flew over the column of his troops, making their way to Riverrun, to meet up with the Riverlander and Valeish armies. It was some comfort to Ned that Ashara would be there too, she had stayed in the Vale as he traveled to the North. Once they had decided where their armies would go, Ashara would be sent to the safety of Winterfell.
Even at this height, he could pick out the faces of each of his bannermen with his enhanced vision. He saw the banner of the Winter Wolves and the Ice guard at the head to the column. The Winter Wolves were the bulk of house Stark’s army. Eight thousand, professional soldiers that did nothing but train and fight. Their discipline was well known, their deeds legendary. Armed and armoured in black Uru, they could beat a force three times their size and only the best of the Winter Wolves got to join the ranks of the Ice guard. The Ice guard was was made of the greatest fighters in the North. One hundred and fifty men and women that guarded Winterfell and house Stark. They were unique, for having magic weapons made out of ice, that would shatter normal steel.
Ned cast his eye over his forces, looking for his Direwolf. He found Fang, padding along at the head of the column, with a pack of hundreds of monstrous Direwolves. He could see the Giants, riding their war mammoths beside house Mormonts Bear cavalry and the Children of the Forest, their green and brown skin setting them apart from the men. At the back of the column, he could see the Dwarves marching steadily along, in their thick armour. There were very few cavalry’s in Westeros that would hope to have a chance against a Dwarven shield wall.
All peoples, from all over the North had answered his call. Such was the loyalty afforded to house Stark. He loathed to admit it, but the fact that the North was, so far, the only kingdom that was completely on one side of this war was a great source of satisfaction for him. Forty thousand Northerners were marching south, into what would be a bloody war, to protect one Stark, avenge two other Starks and rescue a third.
Ned looked into the distance and saw Riverrun ahead. He gritted his teeth, knowing that when he got there, he would probably meet the woman who would have married his brother: Catelyn Tully. What the hell am I going to tell her…?
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“My daughter will not be given less!” Lord Hoster Tully said. “Our families had an agreement, my oldest daughter would marry the Prince of Winterfell, now that’s you, Stark.” All guilt Ned felt about fucking Minisa Tully at Harrenhal was disappearing. The negotiations between Robert, Jon, Ned and Lord Hoster had been going on for some time. All of them and Ashara were sitting in Hoster’s solar at Riverrun. Jon had agreed to marry Catelyn’s sister Lysa, but Hoster wanted Ned too. In spite of his behaviour, it was hard for Ned to feel too angry with the Tully lord. They were asking him to rebel against the crown after all.
“Perhaps, I have a solution.” Ashara said, diplomatically. “The old gods do not forbid polygamy. My husband and I could both marry Catelyn. Then, your daughter would still marry the Prince of Winterfell.”
“That will not do!” responded Hoster, “Who would inherit first between your children and hers?”
Ashara paused, “Whoever is oldest will inherit, as if all children born from this marriage come from one mother. I will not bed my husband until Lady Catelyn has birthed two boys. Then the next Prince of Winterfell is sure to have Tully blood.”
Ned turned to her with concern, “You don’t need to do this.” He said, touching her arm.
“You were a second son when I married you, I did not expect our children to be Princes of Winterfell. If this gets us the armies we need, then so be it.” Ashara said with a sad smile.
In that moment, Ned could not have loved her more. “Are these terms agreeable, Lord Hoster?”
He sat there, stroking his chin for a while, contemplating his position. “Aye.”
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The wedding was held the next day, it was a short affair. The most memorable moment of it was when when Ned and Ashara had removed Catelyn’s veil. The pair were shocked at her beauty. She had pale, freckled skin, high cheekbones and gorgeous blue eyes. Her hair was long and flaming red, going down past her monumental chest. Ned could practically feel Ashara vibrating next to him when she laid eyes on it. They were so big, they looked to be bursting out of her conservative wedding dress.
However, her beauty only made Ned feel all the more guilty for marrying her. Brandon… I have taken all that was meant to be yours. After the ceremony, during the feast Ned had danced with both of his wives and they had danced with each other. Both Ned and Ashara had tried to make polite conversation with their new wife, but Catelyn appeared to be apprehensive of their new arrangement. Gods… she is probably still mourning Brandon.
After they had had some wine, Catelyn had began to open up a little, laughing at some of the japes, adding her own. It turned out Catelyn was quite a witty woman. Eventually, as the night drew to a close, the bards started singing “The Queen took off her sandal and the King too off his crown”. Ned knew the bedding ceremony was coming.
It certainly wasn’t dignified.
Crowds of people gathered around all three of them, divesting them of their clothes. The women “ooh’d” and “ahhh’d” at his body some even going so far as to place a hand around his cock and give it a few tugs to get it hard. He could see the crowds gathered around his wives as their dresses were thrown into the air with cheers. He could hear the japes they were making as they all moved to the bed chamber. Ned hoped his wives were alright, at least as alright as they could be. Ned was the first to be deposited into the room, a few minutes later, his wives joined him, as naked as he was.
All three stood, switching between looking at each of the other two, waiting.
For the first time, Ned was finally able to take in all of Catelyn’s naked glory.
She had a slender, yet very curvy, hourglass figure. With fair skin that bore a light coating of freckles over most of her body. Ned could see that her fiery, red hair hung down to her waist. It was so beautiful, Ned had to restrain himself from walking right up to her and running his hands through it. She had clear blue eyes and high cheekbones, slightly flushed as she stood naked before two strangers.
Further down, on her freckled chest sat the two most perfect breasts Ned had ever seen. They were the largest of any woman he had known and sat high on her chest, capped with two, small dark nipples, hardened to points in the cool air. Further still was her flat stomach, with a thin waist that flared out into wide, womanly hips leading down to thick thighs and long legs. A small, neat patch of flame red, curly hair sitting just above her cunt.
After a long pause, Ashara burst out laughing.
“This might be one of the most awkward positions of my life.” She giggled. She walked over to a jug of wine and brought three goblets to a table between them. “I think, the more we drink, the easier it will be for us.” Ashara said, offering her husband and wife a cup.
Both Ned and Catelyn retrieved cups for themselves and began to drink.
“So…” Catelyn said between sips, gathering her courage. “We have been wedded, now we must be…bedded…How is this going to work?” Ned wasn’t quite ready for the question directed at him.
“With your permission, Ned will be bedding you…” Ashara answered for him, thankfully. “Hopefully with my help.” She added with a wink. “Or if you are not attracted to women, I can watch you two, or not...”
Catelyn looked between them inquisitively “Will you not bed your other wife, my Prince?”
“Ned is my name and I hope you would be comfortable enough to use it.” Ned said. “We have made an agreement with your father: The oldest child in the marriage will inherit and I will not bed Ash until you have birthed two boys.”
Catelyn turned to Ashara with empathy in her eyes. “I am sorry, Ashara. Sorry that I am forcing my way into your marriage.” She actually seemed a little upset that she had married the two of them
“You aren’t forcing your way into our marriage.” Ashara said, walking up to her, taking Catelyn’s hands into her own. “I suggested this.”
Catelyn paused. “Then, I would also hope for both of you to call me Cat. Those closest to me always do.”
Ashara stroked a few, beautiful hairs out of Catelyn’s face. “Come, Cat. I believe it is time to do what is expected of us. This time next year, we might all be dead. Let us enjoy tonight, while we can.”
Perhaps it was the wine, or perhaps their new wife was more adventurous than they had thought. As she stopped for a moment, Catelyn put her hands around Ashara’s head and pulled her close. Ned was surprised to see his two wives lock lips for the first time. He heard Ashara make a surprised sound, then saw her close her eyes and return Catelyn’s kiss eagerly. Leaning into her, placing one hand in her wife’s hair and the other on her large arse, beginning to squeeze the plump flesh, pulling the two women closer in their embrace.
The sight of their union was glorious.
Ashara’s olive skin and dark hair, against Catelyn’s very pale skin and red hair, Ned could hear their heartbeats going faster and faster. Their huge breasts pressed together as both leaned into their kiss, their tongues moving together in a dance that, if the gods were good, would never end.
Minutes passed and they pulled apart, both panting, their breasts rising and falling on their rib cages as a single string of saliva, still connected their mouths.
“You’ve done that before.” Ashara panted, her eyes lighting up.
Catelyn blushed slightly more and looked to the side. “There was some…experimentation with one or two of my maids.” Ashara smiled and leaned up to kiss Catelyn some more.
More time passed and eventually, the two turned to him. Ned watched as they walked up to him, giggling and threw their arms around his neck. Catelyn’s lips were the first to find his, she tasted like strawberries and Ashara. Ned leaned further into their embrace as his fingers ran through her long, red hair. Feelings of guilt, quickly becoming a distant memory.
They were pulled apart by Ashara, who quickly replaced Catelyn on his lips. The trio stood like that for a time, alternating between who was kissing whom. It ended when Catelyn let out small squeak as his hardening cock brushed against her entrance for the first time.
“I’m sorry, Cat.” Ned said, pulling apart from his wives.
“You have nothing to apologise for, Ned.” Catelyn said, a small blush appearing on her cheeks. “I am your wife now. Your cock is something I would have to face sooner or later.”
“Speaking of our husbands cock.” Ashara said, “I feel we should be carrying out our wifely duties and attending to it, don’t you?” A little nervousness took over Catelyn then. “As you have been his wife longer, I would follow your lead.”
They put Ned on his back, on a pile of pillows on the bed. His cock, jutting up into the air for his wives to see. Catelyn could only stare at the massive, veiny pillar of flesh as it twitched. Catelyn thought it was a beautiful and monstrous thing. It was long and as thick as her wrist, with veins going along its length and a patch of course, dark hair above the base of his cock.
Ashara could tell, this was the first time Catelyn had seen a cock, so she took the lead. “First, place your hand on the shaft.” She said gently, as she lay beside Ned and Catelyn knelt between his legs. Catelyn, tentatively put one of her hand around the base of his cock… it couldn’t go the whole way around. She could feel the hot blood pumping through it as it pulsed in her hand.
“Now, you can take it into your mouth.” Ashara said. The thought of Catelyn wrapping her lips around his member made Ned even harder. At Ashara’s urging, she moved closer to it, inch-by-inch as her tongue lightly ran over her lips.
“Ye Gods,” she gasped, as she marvelled at it’s length. “it’s… massive.”
“I know,” Ashara grinned, “you and I are going to have sooo much fun with this cock.”
Hearing the two beautiful, naked women talking about his cock made Ned think he was in paradise. He placed a hand on Ashara’s hip, snaking up her back as she giggled. Ned could see Catelyn’s other hand find it’s way to the junction of her thighs and begin to rub small circles in it.
Catelyn’s eyes found Ned’s, he could see her lips part, feel her warm breath on his cock. Her lidded eyes were dark with arousal.
“Yes, that’s it.” Ashara said, as she placed a hand on Catelyn’s head and guided her down to his cock. He felt her tongue on him first, giving him a long lick over his cock head. Then he felt her lips around him, fully enclosing his cock head in her mouth.
“Good.” Ashara encouraged. “Now that you have his head, don’t think about the rest of it. Suck hard and circle your tongue around him. You can pump your hand a few times too.”
Ned shuddered as Catelyn’s cheeks hollowed and she began to suck him, while pumping his cock and running her tongue all over his cock head. It took all of Ned’s will power not to thrust up right then and fuck her mouth. Catelyn is not Ashara, even she couldn’t take all of me the first time. Give her time and don’t make her choke. Choking his new wife was hardly something Ned wanted to happen, at least not without consent. The wet sounds of Catelyn sucking and Ashara pleasuring herself filled the air.
“Gods, she’s a natural.” Ashara said, amazed as Catelyn began to bob her head up and down Ned’s cock as she sucked and pumped him. Then, she stopped sucking and started to place kisses all along his cock. She went from his tip down the sides of his shaft, leaving a trail of kisses to his balls. Ned let out a long groan as Catelyn started sucking on his sack as she pumped his shaft harder and quicker. She didn’t let up, in fact she quickened her pace even more, keeping her lips firmly pressed against him, switching from one ball to the other, sucking, licking and kissing along her way.
“Hhmmmmmphh…” moaned Ashara, as she watched Catelyn’s display. Ned could tell that Catelyn was having the time of her life, playing with his cock as she pleasured herself. From her position, she gazed at him, with her clear blue eyes full of life and desire. She smiled as she kissed her way back up to the tip of his cock. When she got there, she began to kiss it as sensually as she had kissed Ashara earlier, before parting her lips and taking him into her mouth again.
Ned groaned in appreciation, as her warm mouth engulfed him. The warm wetness Catelyn’s mouth was tight around his shaft as he felt himself going deeper and deeper. Ashara placed her hands back on Catelyn’s head, guiding her as she slurped up and down his cock again, making sure with each bob, she went a little further down. Sometimes Catelyn would need a break, so Ashara let her rest, sucking Ned’s cock head for a while.
“You’re doing amazing, sweetling.” Ashara would urge. “You’re a natural.” Every now and then, Catelyn would choke on his length and Ashara would have to let her off him to recover, she would always come back, trying to get further down each time.
“Fucking hells woman! Even I couldn’t take that much of him on the first night.” Ashara exclaimed, as she saw Catelyn take just over two thirds of his length and come off coughing.
“Fuck,” Ned let out through gritted teeth, fisting the bedsheets a little. “I’m nearly there…”
Ashara knelt down behind Catelyn and began to instruct her. “First, you place both hands on him, I will take care of you.” She said as she took both of Catelyn’s hands, wrapping them around his shaft as she placed her hand of Catelyn’s cunt and began rubbing.
“Then, you just suck his tip, swirling you tongue around him as you pump both hands. Don’t swallow his seed.” Catelyn moaned against Ned as Ashara rubbed her and she started sucking Ned’s cock head. He let out a long, low moan as he flexed his hips forward.
Seconds stretched into centuries as his cock pulsed several times, until his seed burst in a tidal wave from his throbbing cock. It was a never ending stream of pleasure as he spent rope, after rope into Catelyn’s mouth. Who eagerly drank the first few helpings of his seed down, as she found release on Ashara’s fingers.
After Ashara pulled Catelyn off his cock, she gave her wife a full, open mouthed kiss. Ned could see them swapping his seed between their mouths. He didn’t know if he had ever seen a more erotic sight. His wives let out a satisfied sigh as they pulled apart, panting as they rested on their knees in front of him, their eyes heavily lidded will lust.
“That was wonderful,” Ned finally chuckled, he picked up both Catelyn and Ashara like they weighed nothing. “But I think it is time I had your cunt, don’t you agree?” They giggled in response as Ned flung them onto the bed.
“I think it is, Ned.” Catelyn smiled as he settled himself between her thighs, she shivered as his long, hard cock smacked down on her pelvis. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw it went from her cunt almost all the way up to her bellybutton.
Ned stopped for a moment, to take in Catelyn’s beauty. Her pale skin took on a warm hue in the flickering firelight from the torches and the hearth, adding to her allure. His eyes drifted over her massive breasts, standing high on her freckled chest as they rose and fell with each breath. Her small nipples stood to attention on her chest, in spite of the warm temperature of the room. Ned’s eyes drifted further down, passed her flat stomach to her wide, child bearing hips and the tuft of red hair that grew on her mound. Finally, his gaze rested on Catelyn’s silky cunt.
“I feel it’s time our new wife was bedded, don’t you?” Ashara smiled, gripping the base of his cock and angling it to Catelyn. “It is your duty to breed me, Ned…” Catelyn added, bitting her lip as a blush spread across her cheeks and chest. The thought of breeding Catelyn touched something deep inside him. A primal urge that would not relent until it was satisfied. The Wolf’s blood runs strong indeed.
The prospect seemed to be just as enticing to Catelyn as she put her hands on his back and pulled him closer to her, so his cock was just kissing her outer lips.
“Lean down and kiss her as you go inside.” Ashara advised as she was playing with herself. Ned went down to give Catelyn a full kiss as slowly eased his way inside Catelyn’s womanhood. She let out a moan into his mouth as his cockhead entered her. Deeper he went, a few more inches, then he drew back evenly, drawing a moan from Catelyn’s lips at his absence. Then he pushed back in, deeper this time, then back out, then deeper again. She clutched to Ned at the slight pain of him taking her maidenhead.
Knowing he was causing her pain, Ned halted his thrusts, nearly half way inside her.
“It’s not as bad as I thought it might be when I saw you cock.” Catelyn gasped out.
“I can slow down if that is your wish, Cat.” Ned offered.
“No!…No, I’m alright, please don’t stop, Ned.”
Ned turned over to Ashara, looking for assurance “If she says don’t stop, then don’t stop, my dear.” She said.
“Who am I to argue with my wives.” Ned withdrew slightly, then began to thrust in earnest, picking up his pace, yet remaining manageable for Catelyn.
They quickly found their rhythm, it turned out Ned and Catelyn were remarkably in sync with each other. Ned felt Ashara watching them as she played with herself, their tongues dancing together as they both thrust their hips to meet each other. Catelyn might have had the tightest cunt he had ever felt. It was warm, wet and silky smooth as it’s quivering walls massaged his cock in its journey to go where no one had gone before.
Few words were spoken by the lovers, even Ashara said little. It was mainly moans, whines and the occasional squeal. All three were lost in pleasure and the heady aroma of sex in the air. Catelyn sucked on one of Ashara’s nipples as her fingers found her way into Ashara’s cunt, making her moan and cry into Ned’s mouth as Catelyn brought Ashara to climax while embracing him. Seeing his wives pleasuring each other made Ned thrust even quicker, his hand replacing Catelyn’s in Ashara as the pleasure became too much for Catelyn.
Eventually, Ned was thrusting all the way inside her, going up to the hilt. The first time he did, sent Catelyn in to a full body climax. She was quaking and thrashing on the bed, letting out a symphony of operatic tones from her mouth as Ashara sucked on the nipples of her monumental breasts. Her head thrown back in orgasmic bliss, her divine body fully exposed to any who would take pleasure in it, her husband and wife certainly took pleasure in it and gave it in equal measure.
Catelyn’s face was one of supreme bliss, her eyes rolled back, gasping as she was fucked by her spouses. After a while, Catelyn began to lap at Ashara’s cunt as she was instructed by her. Her talented tongue bringing Ashara to another peak as Ned tweaked her breasts. She smiled as she kissed Ned and quivered on Catelyn’s tongue.
“We *pant* are going to have so much fun *pant* with our *pant* Tully *pant* wife.” She gasped out eventually.
Even Ned, with all his experience and magical enhancement could not last forever. Having brought his wives to several powerful climaxes, he could feel his own end fast approaching as he began to thrust deep inside Catelyn for the thousandth time.
He could feel it welling up inside him.
The wet slaps of his pelvis on Catelyn’s filled the room as he thrust harder and faster than he had at any other point in the night. His grey eyes met Catelyn’s bright blue ones, they were hazy and unfocused with pleasure, yet she could still tell what was about to happen. The strength to move her hips up to him had left her long ago, yet she still tried to meet his thrusts, trying to make sure that his seed would find it’s way deep inside her.
Ned gritted his teeth as a deep growl reverberated from his throat. There might have been a real danger that he would transform while still fucking her. He had to keep control as that was something that definitely wouldn’t end well.
Ned let out a loud roar as he buried himself up to the hilt inside her, shooting forth a seemingly unending torrent of his seed inside Catelyn. She could feel Ned depositing his thick, potent seed deep inside her womb, filling her to bursting as she came undone around him.
They found their end together as Catelyn’s silky, smooth walls tightened around him. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity. Ashara, coming down from her own climax, was still rubbing slow circles around her clit. All three sweaty bodies lay together, panting, breathing in the heady smell of their lovemaking.
“Gods…If you’re not pregnant from that…” Ashara laughed to Catelyn as the two women kissed lazily.
“I hope we have pleased you to your satisfaction, dear wife.” Ned said to Catelyn, dryly as he pulled out of her and rolled over to her other side on the bed, letting a river of his seed flow out of her.
“You have indeed, dear husband…you have indeed.” She moaned against Ned as she cuddled up against his side and Ashara cuddled to her back. All three, basking in the warmth of their partners.
Ned being only a mortal man, his close proximity to two very naked and very beautiful women caused his cock to get hard again after not too long.
“Ready to go again, sweetling?” Ashara said, smirking into Catelyn’s ear. Catelyn looked at Ned’s cock longingly
“I don’t know if I can take it again so soon. It’s a miracle I managed to take it at all.”
“In that case,” Ashara said as she swung a leg over Catelyn, straddling her wife’s hips “He never said anything about taking my arse, Ned.”
“He puts his cock up you arse?” Catelyn exclaimed, her surprise plain to see.
“Yes he does, my dear Cat” Ashara said as she leaned down, on top of Catelyn started to kiss her mouth and Ned positioned himself behind her. “And it feels heavenly.”
“We’ve no oil.” Ned said, as he teased Ashara’s back hole. “But I think Cat’s natural lubrication will serve well enough.” Ned marvelled at Ashara’s massive arse. It was soft, round, toned, with a dark olive skin tone it was wobbling enticingly. He gave each cheek a few smacks that rang through the room, eliciting moans from Ashara as she pushed her hips back into them. She moaned into Catelyn’s mouth as Ned put a finger in her bum, easing it in and out slowly, preparing her for the next step.
Ned could see Catelyn and Ashara were already playing with each other, fingers in each other’s cunts and pinching each other’s nipples. Ashara was quivering in anticipation of getting har arse fucked as she lay on top of her beautiful wife. Ned pressed his tip against Ashara’s arsehole, drawing more moans from her.
He placed a hand on her back, pushing her further onto Catelyn, using his weight to sink deeper inside Ashara’s arse. After months of being fucked by his cock, her arse had loosened up, though still incredibly tight.
“Ffffuuuuuuuuuuccckkk!” Whined Ashara, as Catelyn got a close up view of what she looked like when Ned fucked her up the arse. She had to take a handful of Ashara’s hair to keep it up. Her mouth was open, her beautiful, haunting eyes were glazed over. Catelyn wondered what it might feel like…
Ned watched his member slide deep into Ashara’s arse, filling her up to the hilt. He waited for a few seconds after her arsehole reached the base of his cock, allowing her arse to reacclimatise to the familiar sensation. Then he began to thrust again, slowly building up more speed as Ashara moaned even louder.
“I think our wife wants you to bugger her faster.” Catelyn laughed beneath them.
“Is that you wish, Ash?” Ned asked as he smacked her arse a few times. Ashara could only moan as her arsehole quivered around his meaty member.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Ned smiled, beginning to pound her even harder and faster. Ned placed his hands on Ashara’s wide hips, holding them up as the rest of her had collapsed on top of Catelyn. Loud, wet slaps bounced off the walls of the room, joining the chorus of moans and squeals coming from Ashara and Catelyn. Ned could see their shadows, cast by the fire, flickering and dancing together on the wall.
“AH! AH!! FUCK ME!! AH!!!! FUCK ME NED!!!!!” Ashara screamed.
“YES!!! FUCK HER ARSE NED!!!!” Catelyn joined her.
Their cries climbed higher and higher, as the pressure built up and up. Ned could hear nothing but the clap of Ashara’s arse cheeks and the beating of his wives’ hearts. He could see nothing but his cock, going into and out of Ashara’s arsehole, again and again. Both cheeks wobbling and bouncing together as he kept pounding them.
Ashara was squirting before Ned started to climax, her face was buried in Catelyn’s hair, muffling her cries, quivering and twitching as she was ravaged. Like she always did, Ashara’s arsehole never failed to milk every last drop of seed from Ned’s cock. Willing his hips down on to her arse, one last time, Ned found his end… again. His throbbing cock sending wave after wave of his seed into Ashara’s arsehole.
The last thing Ashara saw before she drifted into sleep, was Ned taking Catelyn out from under her and rutting her like she was a bitch in heat as she screamed in delight.
It was also the sight she woke up to as well.
It seemed her husband and wife had either woken up early, or spent the whole night fucking. Ned had her against a table, pressing her down as he was ramming up her arse with some force, delivering a few spanks every few thrusts. Being rewarded with cries for more from Catelyn, begging for Ned to fuck her.
As Ashara couldn’t walk thanks the the night before, she had to call Ned over to carry her to the table. The servants had gotten quite a shock when they came in to wake them and saw the Prince of Winterfell fucking his red haired wife up her arse as she eagerly lapped at her dark haired wife.
Later that day, they had said their goodbyes.
Ned would lead his armies south, Ashara and Catelyn were given an escort of fifty Ice guard to take them to Winterfell. Ned promised to write them letters whenever he was able as they kissed him goodbye and he mounted Snowsong. Ned watched his wives as long as he could before he left, committing their details to memory. In all likelihood, he might never see them again.
With grim resolve, he tugged Snowsong’s reigns as she sprung into the air, urging her south, to war.