The cold winds howled outside Winterfell's walls, but inside the Lord's chambers, warmth bloomed like summer roses. Catelyn watched her husband from their bed as he removed his heavy cloak, his shoulders still tense from a long day of lordly duties.
"My love," she called softly, her auburn hair loose around her shoulders, "come to bed."
Ned turned, his grey eyes softening at the sight of her. She wore only a thin shift, the firelight making the fabric nearly transparent. "Cat..." he breathed, his voice already rougher than usual.
"You work too hard," she purred, rising to her knees on the bed. "Let me help you forget your burdens, my lord." She reached for the laces of his doublet, her fingers working deftly as she pressed kisses to his neck. Ned remained still, but she felt his pulse quickening under her lips.
"The children..." he started, ever dutiful.
"Are asleep," she whispered against his ear, nipping at the lobe. "And I've instructed the guards to keep everyone away from this wing." Her hands slipped beneath his tunic, tracing the hard planes of his chest. "Tonight, you're all mine, my quiet wolf." A low growl rumbled in his throat - the first crack in his stoic facade. Catelyn smiled triumphantly, knowing exactly how to unravel her husband's careful control. She pushed the clothing from his shoulders, letting her nails scrape lightly down his back.
"Seven hells, Cat," he groaned, finally reaching for her. His calloused hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him.
"There's my wolf," she breathed, arching into his touch. "I've been thinking about this all day, watching you in the training yard, so strong and commanding..." Her hands wandered lower, making him hiss through his teeth.
"Have you now?" His voice was husky as he backed her toward the bed. "And what exactly have you been thinking about, my lady?"
Catelyn's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Let me show you instead." She pulled him down with her, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I want to see that iron control of yours shatter, my love. I want to hear you howl."
His eyes darkened with desire as she rolled her hips against his. "You play a dangerous game, Cat."
"Perhaps," she smiled, pulling him down for a searing kiss. "But I always win." Her tongue teased his lips until they parted with a groan, letting her deepen the kiss as her nimble fingers worked at the laces of her shift.
"Gods, Cat..." Ned's voice was already hoarse with need as she slowly pulled the fabric down, revealing her creamy skin inch by tantalizing inch. Her full breasts spilled free, and she heard his sharp intake of breath - the same reaction she'd been drawing from him since their wedding night.
"See something you like, my lord?" she teased, arching her back to present them more fully.
"You know what you do to me," he growled, his large hands spanning her waist. "You're the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms."
"Then show me," she challenged, guiding his rough palms up to cup her breasts. They filled his hands perfectly, and she moaned as his thumbs brushed over her sensitive peaks.
Ned's eyes darkened with pure hunger. "These perfect teats," he murmured, abandoning his usual propriety as desire took over. "Drive me mad, Cat. Since the first time I saw them..." He lowered his head to worship them with his mouth, making her gasp and thread her fingers through his dark hair.
"Tell me more," she panted, knowing how rare it was to hear her stoic husband speak so freely of his desires.
"So full," he breathed between kisses. "So responsive." His tongue circled one peaked nipple while his fingers teased the other. "Loved watching them grow heavy with our babes. Love how they still fit my hands like they were made for me."
Catelyn arched off the bed as he suckled harder, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "Only for you," she gasped. "Only you get to see them, touch them like this..."
"Mine," he growled possessively, nipping gently at the sensitive flesh. His beard scratched deliciously against her skin as he moved to lavish attention on her other breast.
She writhed beneath him, holding his head to her chest. "Yes, yours, always yours..." Her words dissolved into moans as he worshipped her with increasing fervour.
"Could spend hours like this," he confessed roughly between kisses. "Tasting you, feeling you respond..." His hands kneaded the soft flesh as his mouth worked, drawing whimpers from her throat. Each brush of his calloused palms against her sensitive peaks sent shivers down her spine.
"And I could spend hours driving you mad," Catelyn purred, her fingers finding the laces of his breeches. She could feel his hardness straining against the fabric, making her smile with feminine pride.
Ned's breath hitched as she worked the knots loose. "Seven hells, Cat..."
"Language, my lord," she teased, deliberately brushing her knuckles against him as she pulled at the laces. "What would your bannermen say if they heard their honourable Warden using such words?"
His response was a deep growl that vibrated against her breast. "They're not here. Just you..." He sucked hard at her nipple, making her gasp and fumble with the laces.
"Just as well," she managed, finally getting his breeches open. "I want you all to myself." Her hand slipped inside, wrapping around his length, drawing a strangled moan from his throat.
"Gods, your touch..." He pulled back slightly, his grey eyes dark with need as he watched her hand work. "You undo me completely."
"That's the idea," she whispered, stroking him with the perfect pressure she'd learned over their years together. "I love watching you lose control. Love knowing I'm the only one who gets to see you like this..."
His hips jerked involuntarily into her touch. "Only you, Cat. Only ever you..." His voice was rough with desire as he captured her mouth in a searing kiss.
She used her free hand to push his breeches down his hips, never breaking the rhythm of her strokes. "Show me how much you want me," she breathed against his lips. "Let me hear you..."
Ned groaned deeply as she twisted her wrist just so, his head dropping to her shoulder. "If you keep that up," he panted, "this will be over far too soon."
Catelyn smiled wickedly, releasing her grip on him. "Then perhaps we should try something else..." She slid down his body, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his chest and stomach, feeling his muscles jump under her lips.
"Cat..." His voice was strangled as he realized her intent. His fingers tangled in her auburn hair as she reached her destination.
"I love watching you lose control like this," she murmured, her breath ghosting over his impressive length. "The mighty Lord Stark, coming undone at my touch..." She ran her tongue along him experimentally, drawing a sharp gasp.
"Seven hells," he groaned, his grip tightening in her hair. "The things you do to me..." She hummed appreciatively at his size before taking him into her mouth, making him buck his hips involuntarily. She loved this power she had over him, loved reducing her stoic husband to desperate moans and broken pleas.
"Gods, your mouth..." he panted as she worked him skilfully. "So perfect... so hot..." She took him deeper, knowing exactly how to drive him wild. Her hands gripped his thighs as she increased her pace, feeling him trembling with the effort to maintain control.
"Cat... my love... I can't..." His voice was hoarse, desperate.
She pulled back just enough to whisper, "Then don't. Let go for me, my wolf. I want to taste you..." Her words seemed to snap the last thread of his restraint. His head fell back against the pillows as she resumed her ministrations with renewed vigor. The sounds he made - deep, guttural groans mixed with her name like a prayer - only fuelled her own desire.
"Look at me," she commanded, pausing briefly. When his dark eyes met hers, blazing with need, she took him deep again, maintaining eye contact as she worked. The sight of his proper, honourable wife in such a position, combined with the sensation of her skilled mouth, proved too much. With a strangled cry of her name, he found his release, his whole body shuddering as she took everything he had to give. Catelyn moaned appreciatively as she swallowed his warm seed, not letting a single drop escape her eager mouth. She loved this intimate act, loved knowing she could bring such pleasure to her usually reserved husband. His essence was thick and abundant - her wolf always had plenty to give.
"Gods, Cat..." Ned's voice was ragged as she continued to gently suck, drawing out every last bit of his release. His fingers were still tangled in her auburn hair, his chest heaving with laboured breaths.
She finally released him with a soft pop, licking her lips with obvious satisfaction. "Mmm... delicious as always, my love," she purred, watching his eyes darken at her words.
"You'll be the death of me," he groaned, pulling her up for a deep kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. "Such a proper lady in the great hall, yet such a wanton thing in our bed..."
"Only for you," she whispered against his lips. "Only ever for you." She could feel him already beginning to stir again against her thigh. "Besides, what kind of wife would I be if I didn't properly appreciate my lord husband's... gifts?"
His laugh turned into another groan as she ground against him. "Insatiable woman..."
"You love it," she teased, nipping at his jaw.
"Aye," he admitted roughly, rolling them over so she was beneath him. "That I do. Now, I believe it's time I showed you just how much..."
Catelyn arched into his touch with a delighted gasp. "Please do, my wolf. The night is still young..." Ned's eyes were dark with primal hunger as he pressed her back against the furs, his powerful frame looming over her like the direwolf of his sigil. The sight of him like this - all pretence of propriety abandoned, raw desire evident in every line of his body - made her ache with need.
"My beautiful wife," he growled, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss that left her breathless. His tongue claimed her thoroughly, tasting himself on her lips and groaning at the reminder of her earlier attentions.
"Please," she whimpered as he broke away to trail hot kisses down her neck. "I need you..."
"Patience, my love," he murmured against her collarbone. "I intend to repay your generous attention..." His rough hands caressed her sides as he moved lower, worshipping every inch of her body with his mouth.
Catelyn's fingers tangled in his dark hair as he kissed his way down her stomach. "Ned..." she gasped as his beard scratched deliciously against her inner thighs.
"So wet for me already," he growled appreciatively, his hot breath making her shiver. "Is this what pleasing me does to you, my lady?"
"Yes," she admitted breathlessly. "I love making you lose control... love tasting you... please..."
"Tell me what you want," he commanded, his voice rough with desire as he teased her with light kisses.
"Your mouth," she begged, past caring about propriety. "Please, my love, I need your tongue..." He groaned at her words, finally giving her what she craved. Catelyn cried out as his clever tongue found her sensitive flesh, her back arching off the bed.
"That's it," he encouraged between long, thorough strokes. "Let me hear you, Cat. Let everyone know how well your lord husband pleases you..." She moaned loudly at his words, her proper husband's uncharacteristic boldness driving her wild. His tongue worked her skilfully as his hands gripped her thighs, holding her open for his feast.
"More," she pleaded, rolling her hips against his mouth. "Please, Ned, don't stop..." He doubled his efforts, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her most sensitive spot. When he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them just right while his tongue continued its sweet torture, she nearly screamed.
"Come for me," he commanded roughly. "Let go, my love. Let me taste your pleasure..." His words, combined with a particularly clever move of his tongue, sent her crashing over the edge. The pleasure built like a tidal wave, starting deep in her core and radiating outward until her entire body was aflame with sensation.
"Ned!" she screamed, her back arching completely off the bed as the first wave hit. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably around his head, her fingers clutching desperately at his hair as each pulse of ecstasy crashed through her. Stars exploded behind her closed eyelids as her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his probing fingers. Every nerve ending seemed to fire at once, sending jolts of electricity from her centre to her fingertips and toes.
"That's it," he growled against her sensitive flesh, the vibrations prolonging her pleasure. "Give me everything..." Her body obeyed, convulsing with aftershocks as he continued his relentless assault. She could feel herself gushing around his fingers, coating his hand and beard with her release as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her frame.
"Gods... Ned... I can't..." she gasped, her words dissolving into incoherent moans as another peak hit her unexpectedly. Her toes curled, her legs shaking as she rode out this second climax, even more intense than the first. Time seemed to lose all meaning as she floated in a haze of pure sensation. Her skin tingled everywhere they touched, her nipples almost painfully hard, her core pulsing with each beat of her racing heart.
When she finally came down enough to open her eyes, she found him watching her with raw hunger, his face glistening with evidence of her pleasure. The sight alone was enough to make her walls clench again.
"Beautiful," he breathed, moving up to kiss her deeply. "The sounds you make when you come undone for me..."
She could taste herself on his tongue, mixed with his own unique flavour, and it made her moan anew. Her body was still trembling with aftershocks, oversensitive yet somehow still aching for more. His kiss was consuming, passionate, stealing the very breath from her lungs as he positioned himself at her entrance. She was still pulsing from her previous climaxes, dripping wet and ready for him.
"Please," she whimpered against his lips. "I need you inside me..." With a growl that was pure wolf, he entered her in one powerful thrust, stretching her deliciously around his impressive girth. They both groaned at the sensation - her still-sensitive walls clenching around him as he filled her completely.
"Gods, Cat," he panted, stilling for a moment to savour the feeling. "So tight... so perfect..."
She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him even deeper. "Move," she commanded breathlessly. "Please, my love..." He began a maddeningly slow rhythm, each thrust deliberate and deep, hitting spots that made her see stars. The languid pace was torture and bliss all at once - she could feel every inch of him as he withdrew almost completely before sliding back home.
"Like this?" he teased, grinding against her at the deepest point of each thrust. "Is this what you need?"
"Yes," she gasped, her nails raking down his back. "More... please..." His response was to capture her mouth in another searing kiss as he maintained that tortuously perfect rhythm. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through her oversensitive body, building slowly but inexorably toward another peak.
"You feel incredible," he groaned against her neck. "So hot... so wet... all for me..."
"Only you," she panted, meeting his thrusts with rolls of her hips. "Always you... gods, Ned, right there..." He shifted slightly, changing the angle to hit that spot that made her cry out with each deep thrust. Her walls fluttered around him as the pleasure built higher and higher. Years of loving had taught him exactly how she liked to be taken, how to move to drive her wild with need.
"Right there," she gasped as he rolled his hips in that perfect way, hitting that sweet spot deep inside that made her see stars. "Gods, Ned... you know me so well..."
"I should hope so," he growled, maintaining that maddening rhythm that had her clutching at his shoulders. "After all these years of practice..." He punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust that made her cry out. Her legs tightened around his waist as he continued his expert movements, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through her core. The way he moved his hips - a slow grind followed by a deep thrust - had her writhing beneath him, desperate for more.
"Please," she begged, her nails raking down his back. "Harder... I need..."
He obliged, increasing both pace and force while maintaining that perfect angle. "Like this?" he panted, watching her face contort with pleasure. "Is this what you need, my love?"
"Yes!" she cried out as he hit that spot again and again. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." Her walls clenched around him with increasing frequency as he worked her body masterfully. He knew exactly when to speed up, when to slow down, when to grind deep and when to thrust hard. Each movement was calculated to bring her maximum pleasure, years of lovemaking having taught him every secret of her body.
"The way you respond to me," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "So perfect... so responsive..." She could only moan in response as he continued his relentless assault on her senses. The pleasure was building to unbearable heights, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge. Her entire body tingled with anticipation, knowing the explosive release that awaited her...
"Come for me again," he commanded, his hips never faltering in their perfect rhythm. "Let me feel you fall apart around me..." His thrusts became faster, deeper, more urgent. The increased pace combined with the perfect angle had Catelyn seeing stars, her entire body trembling on the edge of release.
"Ned!" she sobbed, overwhelmed by the intensity of sensation. "I'm... I'm..." The dam broke. Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, starting deep in her core and exploding outward until every nerve ending was aflame. Her inner walls clamped down on him rhythmically, pulsing with incredible force as waves of pleasure wracked her frame.
Her release triggered his own. With a deep, guttural groan of her name, Ned buried himself to the hilt and let go. She felt him throb inside her as he spilled his seed, pulse after powerful pulse filling her completely. The sheer volume of his release told her how long it had been since they'd last coupled - far too long, with all their duties keeping them apart.
"Gods... so much..." she gasped, feeling his hot seed flooding her depths. Each pulse of his member triggered another aftershock in her own body, prolonging both their pleasure.
"Cat..." he groaned, his hips still moving in small, instinctive thrusts as he emptied himself inside her. "My love..." She could feel their combined releases dripping down her thighs, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Her body continued to shake with aftershocks, her walls milking him for every last drop as they rode out their shared pleasure together.
When he finally stilled, they were both trembling and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He started to move off her, but she held him close, wanting to maintain their connection a moment longer.
"Stay," she whispered, kissing him softly. "I love feeling you inside me like this..." He obliged, supporting his weight on his forearms as they traded lazy, satisfied kisses. She could feel him softening inside her, their mixed essences slowly seeping out around him.
"It's been too long," she murmured against his lips. "We can't let duty keep us apart like this again..."
"Agreed," he replied roughly, finally slipping free of her body. They both groaned at the loss of connection. "Though I must say, the wait made the reunion rather... spectacular."
She laughed breathlessly, curling into his side as he gathered her close. "Indeed it did. Though I wouldn't mind spectacular a bit more frequently..."
His answering chuckle rumbled through his chest. "As my lady commands. Though perhaps we should rest first... I'm not as young as I once was."
"Mmm, you seemed plenty vigorous to me just now," she teased, trailing her fingers over his chest. "But yes, rest... and then perhaps round two?"
His eyes darkened with renewed hunger. "As you wish, my love. As you wish..."
Catelyn nestled closer, resting her head in that perfect spot between his neck and shoulder that seemed made just for her. Her fingers traced lazy patterns across his broad chest, following the scattered dark hair and mapping the familiar scars from battles long past.
"Mmm," he rumbled contentedly as she pressed soft kisses along his neck, her tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin. "That feels wonderful..."
"Good," she murmured, nipping gently at his earlobe. "I love touching you like this... feeling your strength beneath my hands..." Her nails scraped lightly across his chest, making him shiver.
"Cat..." he groaned as she sucked gently at that sensitive spot just below his ear. His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. She continued her gentle exploration, alternating between feather-light touches and firmer scratches that made his breath catch. Her lips never left his skin, placing open-mouthed kisses along the strong column of his throat.
"My warrior," she whispered, tracing a particularly prominent scar near his collarbone. "My protector... my wolf..."
His free hand came up to tangle in her hair, still damp with sweat from their lovemaking. "My lady," he breathed. "My beautiful wife..." She hummed appreciatively as his fingers massaged her scalp, still focused on her own ministrations. Her hand moved lower, scratching through the coarse hair on his stomach in soothing circles that occasionally dipped tantalizingly below his navel.
"I've missed this," she confessed softly. "Not just the passion, though gods know I've missed that... but these quiet moments after. Just being close to you, touching you, feeling your heart beat..."
"As have I," he admitted, turning his head to kiss her temple. "The bed feels empty without you beside me."
She smiled against his skin, letting her teeth graze his pulse point. "Then perhaps we should make up for lost time... once you've recovered your strength, of course."
His laugh rumbled through his chest under her palm. "Minx. Keep touching me like that and my recovery might be quicker than expected."
"Is that so?" she teased, letting her nails drag a bit more firmly across his chest. "And here I thought I was being soothing..."
"There's nothing soothing about having my beautiful wife's mouth on my neck," he growled, his voice deepening with renewed desire. "Or her clever hands on my skin..."
She could feel his heart rate picking up beneath her palm. "Shall I stop then?" she asked innocently, even as she sucked harder at his pulse point.
His only response was to roll them over suddenly, pinning her beneath him once more. "Don't you dare," he commanded, before capturing her lips in a hungry kiss that promised the night was far from over...
Catelyn moaned into his mouth as his weight pressed her into the furs, her hands continuing their exploration downward. When she reached her target, she cupped him gently, feeling the substantial weight in her palm.
"Still so heavy," she purred against his lips, massaging with practised skill. "It seems you have more to give me tonight, my lord..."
Ned groaned deeply at her touch, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Gods, Cat... your hands..."
"Mmm, and what of my hands?" she teased, applying just the right pressure that she knew drove him wild. "Do you like how I touch you, my love?"
"You know I do," he growled, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth. "You know exactly what you do to me..."
She smiled wickedly, continuing her expert ministrations. "Perhaps... but I want more than just your pleasure tonight." Her voice grew softer, more vulnerable. "I want all of you... want to feel you fill me again... want your seed to take root..."
His eyes darkened at her words, understanding dawning. "Another babe?" he whispered roughly. "Is that what you want, my love?"
"Yes," she admitted, her free hand coming up to cup his cheek. "We're still young enough... and I miss having a babe at my breast. Would you give me that gift again, my wolf?"
The look he gave her was full of such tender passion it made her heart ache. "I would give you anything," he vowed, kissing her deeply. "Everything..."
"Then take me again," she breathed against his lips, feeling him already hardening under her touch. "Fill me up... plant your seed deep... make me round with your child..." In a sudden burst of playful strength, she pushed against his chest, catching him off guard. Ned fell back with a surprised laugh that turned into a groan as she swiftly straddled him, her wet heat pressing against his length.
"Minx," he growled appreciatively, his large hands gripping her hips. "Taking control, are we?"
"Mmm," she hummed, rolling her hips to slide along his impressive length. "I want to ride you like this... take you so deep..." She braced her hands on his broad chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath her palms.
"Gods, Cat," he groaned as she continued her teasing movements. "The sight of you above me like this..."
She felt powerful, wanton, watching his eyes darken with desire as she moved. His manhood throbbed against her sensitive flesh, already fully hard again. "Like what you see, my love?" she purred, arching her back to display herself fully.
"You know I do," he rasped, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. "So beautiful... my wild wolf-wife..."
She gasped as his thumbs found her sensitive peaks, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "Ned... please..."
"Please what?" he teased, pinching lightly. "Tell me what you want, my love..."
"Want you inside me," she moaned, lifting her hips. "Want to feel you fill me completely... want to take every inch of you..."
His hands returned to her hips, helping to position her. "Then take what you want," he commanded roughly. "Show me how badly you need me..."
She reached between them to grasp him firmly, earning another deep groan as she guided him to her entrance. "Watch me," she whispered, maintaining eye contact as she slowly began to sink down onto his impressive length.
"Gods," she gasped as she took him inch by glorious inch, her body stretching to accommodate his size. His hands steadied her hips, helping guide her descent until she was fully seated, taking him to the root.
"So deep like this," she moaned, beginning a slow, sensual roll of her hips that had them both groaning. "Can you feel how perfectly you fill me?"
"Perfect indeed," he growled, his hands sliding up to cup the full weight of her breasts. Even after all these years, he remained entranced by them, especially when they bounced enticingly with her movements.
"Still so fascinated," she teased breathlessly, arching into his touch. "Ever since our wedding night..."
"How could I not be?" he replied roughly, thumbs circling her sensitive peaks. "The most beautiful breasts in all the Seven Kingdoms..."
She laughed, the sound turning to a moan as he pinched lightly. "Flatterer... though I recall you being quite... thorough in your appreciation that first night."
"As I am now," he growled, sitting up suddenly to capture a hardened peak in his hot mouth. The new angle had her crying out, taking him even deeper.
"Ned!" she gasped, tangling her fingers in his hair as he lavished attention on her sensitive flesh. Her hips never stopped their maddening rhythm, grinding down onto him with each movement.
"These perfect breasts," he murmured against her skin, switching to the other side. "Soon to be heavy with milk again... swollen with our child..."
The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. "Yes," she moaned, increasing her pace slightly. "Want that so much... want to give you another babe..."
His hands returned to her hips, encouraging her movements as he continued his oral assault on her breasts. "Then ride me properly," he commanded against her flesh. "Take what you need..." She did just that, using his broad shoulders for leverage as she began to move more purposefully, lifting herself almost completely off his length before sinking back down. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the chamber, mixed with their increasingly desperate moans...
"That's it," he growled against her breast, his hands urging her movements. "Take your pleasure... show me how much you need this..." Catelyn threw her head back, red hair cascading down her back as she rode him with increasing urgency. Each downward thrust had him hitting that perfect spot deep inside that made her see stars.
"Gods, Ned..." she gasped as his clever mouth continued its worship of her breasts, alternating between gentle sucks and sharp nips that had her walls clenching around him. "The things you do to me..."
His hands gripped her hips tighter, helping lift her up and pull her down onto his thick length. "Love watching you like this," he groaned between kisses to her sensitive peaks. "So wild... so wanton... taking what you need..."
She braced one hand behind her on his thigh, changing the angle to take him even deeper. "Need you," she moaned, her movements becoming more erratic as pleasure built. "Need to feel you... fill me..."
He released her breast with a wet pop, looking up at her with dark eyes. "You'll have every drop," he promised roughly. "Going to flood your womb... plant my seed so deep..." His words spurred her on, and she increased her pace, riding him with abandon. Her breasts bounced enticingly with each movement, drawing his mouth back like a magnet. The combination of his hot mouth on her sensitive flesh and his thick length stretching her so perfectly had her racing toward another peak.
"Close," she gasped, her thighs trembling with effort. "So close... don't stop..."
"Never," he growled, sucking hard at her nipple while his hands guided her increasingly desperate movements. "Come for me, my love... let me feel you..." Ned began thrusting up to meet her downward motions, the power in his hips driving him impossibly deeper. The new force of their coupling had Catelyn crying out with each impact, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Yes!" she sobbed as he hit that perfect spot repeatedly. "Right there... gods, don't stop..."
He released her breast to capture her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her increasingly desperate moans. "Take what you need," he commanded against her lips. "Want to feel you fall apart around me..."
Her movements grew more frantic, less coordinated as pleasure built to a fever pitch. "So close," she gasped. "So... gods, Ned!"
"That's it," he growled, increasing the force of his upward thrusts while still letting her set the pace. "Let go for me... want to feel you squeeze every drop from me..." The coarse hair at the base of his member provided delicious friction against her sensitive bud with each grinding motion. Combined with his powerful thrusts and the way he was still lavishing attention on her breasts, it was too much...
"Ned!" she wailed, her back arching as pleasure crashed over her. Her inner walls clamped down on him rhythmically as waves of ecstasy wracked her frame.
"Gods, Cat," he groaned, feeling her pulsing around him. "So perfect... so tight..." He continued thrusting up into her spasming channel, prolonging her pleasure while chasing his own release. Her walls milked him relentlessly as aftershocks rolled through her trembling body.
"Fill me," she begged breathlessly, still grinding against him despite her exhaustion. "Need to feel you... need your seed..." With a guttural groan, he captured her mouth in a bruising kiss as his own climax approached...
"Gods, Cat..." he growled against her lips as his control finally snapped. His grip on her hips tightened almost painfully as he thrust up one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his release crashed over him.
She moaned deeply as she felt him pulse inside her, his hot seed flooding her eager womb in powerful spurts. "Yes," she gasped, grinding down to take him even deeper. "Give me everything..."
"Taking it all so well," he groaned as another wave hit him, his member throbbing as he continued to fill her. "So deep inside you..."
Catelyn whimpered at the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, feeling his abundant seed overflowing despite how tightly she was wrapped around him. "So much," she breathed in wonder. "Gods, Ned..." His hips jerked with each new pulse, his body determined to empty every last drop into her willing depths. She could feel the heat of his release spreading through her core, and the thought of his virile seed taking root made her walls clench around him again.
"Perfect," he rasped, still twitching inside her as the last aftershocks rolled through him. "Stay just like this... want it all to stay deep inside..." She hummed in agreement, collapsing against his chest but keeping him buried within her. His seed felt scalding hot, filling her so completely she could almost imagine she was already quickening with his child.
"Think it will take?" she whispered hopefully against his neck, still feeling occasional pulses of his spending.
He kissed her temple tenderly, his hands stroking soothingly along her back. "If not, we'll simply have to keep trying," he promised with a satisfied chuckle.
She smiled, snuggling closer while keeping him trapped inside her. "I do so love practising with you, my lord..."
"Stay," he murmured against her hair, arms tightening around her as she nestled closer. "Don't go back to your chambers tonight."
Catelyn hummed contentedly, her breath warm against his neck. "The servants will talk," she teased drowsily, though she made no move to leave his embrace.
"Let them," he growled possessively, one hand trailing lazily up and down her spine. "You're my wife. Your place is here, in my bed." She smiled against his skin, feeling wonderfully sated and thoroughly claimed. His seed was still warm inside her, and she clenched deliberately around his softening length, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him.
"Minx," he chuckled, his hand sliding down to cup her bottom. "Haven't had enough yet?"
"Mmm, just making sure it all stays deep inside," she purred, pressing impossibly closer. "Wouldn't want any of your precious seed to go to waste..."
His chest rumbled with approval. "Good. Want you full of my child again." His voice grew softer, more tender. "Love seeing you round with my babe... the way you glow..."
She lifted her head to meet his gaze, touched by the emotion in his eyes. "And I love carrying your children," she whispered. "Love feeling them grow inside me... love knowing I'm giving you sons and daughters..."
He captured her lips in a gentle kiss. "Our family," he murmured. "Our pack."
"Yes," she agreed, settling back against his chest with a contented sigh. His steady heartbeat beneath her ear was better than any lullaby.
"Sleep now, my love," he whispered, pulling the furs up around them. "I'll wake you before dawn if you're worried about appearances..." But she was already drifting off, secure in his arms and warm with the hope of new life taking root within her. The last thing she felt before sleep claimed her was his lips pressing tenderly against her temple, and his whispered, "I love you, Cat."
She fell asleep with a smile, knowing that come morning, the servants would indeed find the Lady of Winterfell exactly where she belonged - in her lord husband's bed, wrapped safely in his loving embrace.