Only Followers Chapter 23

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Jon didn't know how on earth the situation had changed so drastically, only a second ago he was kissing a stunning redhead, firmly believing that it had to be Catelyn. Only for a second later he felt he hit a wall when he discovered that it was not the woman he was supposed to meet, but rather her own sister. Who had run off without any explanation as to why she had kissed him back if she was not Catelyn. But, despite all the trouble she had gotten him into, Jon couldn't help but follow her with his gaze.

No doubt beauty and prominent curves ran strong in the Tully family.

But the attraction he had felt toward Lysa had not been purely physical. Although, no doubt her curvaceous figure was one of Jon's favorites, there was something more. For as he kissed her and enjoyed her full lips and her prominent breasts pressing against his torso, Jon could inhale her intoxicating scent. It was a scent so feminine and captivating that it made him lose all his inhibitions, to the point of almost driving him crazy. He was practically ready to rip her clothes off and take her right there. Most likely he would have done it if they hadn't been interrupted by the real Catelyn.

The thought of his date made him snap out of his thoughts and turn his gaze back to her quickly and focus on her, as he should have done from the beginning. Unfortunately for him, her reaction was as expected, she was frowning and staring in the direction where her sister had escaped, before realizing that he had finally deigned to pay attention to her and looked back at her.

Staring accusingly at him as she folded her arms, the indignant and annoyed redhead said.

“So, if you're finally done ogling my sister. You can choose to come inside with me, if that's what you really want, or perhaps you'd rather chase after her? Either way, I'm going inside.”

Jon didn't have to think twice to quickly follow her inside, but not before giving one last glance in the direction where her sister had gone, Lysa....

It was a pretty name, he really wished it wasn't the last time they would meet.

No doubt Catelyn's sister had left a strong impression on him, but now he had to focus on the sister he had come to see and try to make things right. Closing the door, Jon followed her inside, as he watched her tense posture and pacing, Jon mentally reprimanded himself for his actions. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he had screwed up so badly with a woman. He literally had to hold back a loud snort at the very thought that he had made out with the sister of the woman he had come to meet. It would no doubt make for a fun story in the future, but now he had to get his mind on fixing the situation.

After all, he could still do so, for if Catelyn really did not wish to hear no more from him, she would not have invited him into her home. He would not waste this opportunity the redhead had handed him; he would win her back.

Although she was doing her best not to show it so openly, the truth was that Catelyn was angry, really angry. Her first meeting with Jon was supposed to have been a perfect event worthy of remembering and telling her friends about. She had a plan and everything, initially it would start with subtle flirting, even though they both knew what he had come for. She didn't want things to feel too forced, she would let the mutual attraction they felt towards each other sit more upon them to the point that it would be almost impossible for him to resist, but even there, Catelyn wouldn't have let him take her, yet. She really wanted to be different from all the women he had encountered before, she wanted when they finally slept together to be something truly special.

But now all that had been ruined thanks to Lysa, who to her bad luck had to be the one to run into Jon just as she was leaving, but if that wasn't bad enough, Jon had to mistake her sister for her. The very thought of that made her anger return.

How on earth could he have confused them?

While it was true that Lysa and her had been very identical when they were young, both sharing the same predominant characteristics of the Tully family. It was also true that as the years went by all the similarities faded, Catelyn although she was still an exuberant woman with a curvaceous figure, she was also a very athletic woman who took great care of her appearance. Her legs were long and toned, her ass was firm and round, and her breasts though large and full, showed no sign of sagging. It was a complete insult to her that anyone would even dare to mistake her as someone like Lysa, who had undoubtedly neglected her appearance entirely.

But then again, Catelyn would not be like all the women Jon had known, who would surely have thrown a tantrum when they saw that something had not turned out as they would have wished. Instead, like all mature and intelligent women, she would use this situation to her advantage, now surely Jon was thinking of a thousand ways on how to fix his gaffe and Catelyn planned to take great advantage of that. Walking to her sitting room, Catelyn took a seat on her large couch and leaning forward poured herself some of the wine she had prepared for the special occasion. Though unlike how she had originally planned it she now only poured a glass for herself before dropping back and crossing her legs, making sure to flaunt her incredible figure.

Taking a much larger than usual sip of the sweet drink, Catelyn turned her gaze to her guest and staring at him waited to see if he had anything to say for himself. But seeing him speechless, Catelyn nearly finished her drink and decided to be the one to start the conversation, by saying sharply.

“You know, this wasn't how I planned for our first meeting to go.”

Those words finally made Jon react, starting to say quickly.

“I'm really sorry for all of this, Catelyn. It's all my fault, I shouldn't have made that kind of mistake, I don't know how I could have mistaken you for your sister, it was a very stupid thing for me to do. But in my defense, I never expected to arrive at your house and be greeted at the door by a pretty, curvaceous redhead, it wouldn't be you."

Catelyn's brow furrowed even more as she listened and she asked him as she gritted her teeth.

“Do I really look that much like my sister?”

Jon swallowed audibly as he tried to choose his words better.

“Well, you two are very similar sisters and I'm sure I'm not the first person to confuse you. Besides, it's my first time seeing you in person.”

Catelyn didn't seem very convinced with his words, but being the man he was, Jon took this opportunity to approach her, sitting down next to her and adding.

“But now I have and I can say that there are many clear differences between the two of you.”

This time Catelyn seemed more curious than annoyed, and raising a questioning eyebrow she asked him.

“Such as what?”

Closing the distance between them even more, Jon answered her.

“Well, for example, your eyes are much bluer and brighter than your sister's, your lips are much fuller than your sister's, your hair is much redder than your sister's, and generally I think you are much prettier.”

Feeling more pleased than before, Catelyn asked her.

“Don't stop, go on.”

Seeing her change in mood, Jon leaned even closer over her, putting one arm around her shoulders as he lowered the other to rest on one of her milky, toned legs, beginning to rub it gently and teasingly, lifting her silken gown slightly, slowly revealing more of her milky skin.

"Having you as close as you are now, even covered by all these clothes, I can tell that your bodies are also very different as well. You have the body of a hot supermodel while your sister has the body of a simple housewife.”

But what Jon didn't expect, was that Catelyn would ask him the next question, catching him at a crossroads.

“And which one do you prefer more?”

She took him by surprise with such a question, although the answer was clear, he should have answered hers without even hesitating. But Jon couldn't stop himself from thinking deeply about the question, he had been with countless women with extremely well-groomed bodies toned by strict diet and exercise. But meeting a woman like Lysa was something that didn't happen often, in many ways it reminded him of Ashara, that maternal and homely look. That thick, curvaceous body, built specifically to provide her male with many healthy and strong babies, just having her by his side was enough to bring to the surface all his most primal desires to take her and ride her until he filled her with his seed and left her pregnant with his pups.

“I don't think you need to answer the question; I can easily tell which one you prefer.”

Jon was quickly snapped out of his thoughts again when he heard Catelyn's voice speak to his side, he tried to react quickly, but the only thing that came out of him was a poor and clumsy excuse.

“What? No! I was only thinking of...” He only stopped his raving when he saw Catelyn's not at all impressed and annoyed face, letting out a sigh, Jon started again and said to her. “You think we can start over? Pretend you were the one who opened the door for me and we greeted each other with a smile and a kiss before you invited me in.”

Catelyn looked at him deliberately for several seconds before she leaned across the table again and began pouring a second glass, this time handing it to him with a smile before saying.

“I think that's the best thing you've said so far, Jon Snow. And I sincerely hope that from now on, you will only give me pleasant surprises.”

Returning her smile confidently, Jon tapped his glass against hers before telling her.

“I promise.”

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Lysa didn't know how long she had been walking, but she didn't plan to stop, much less look back for fear that the man was following her and she was too weak to refuse him.

By the gods, she was a married woman.

She loved her husband; she had worked hard enough all these past years to be an outstanding and loving mother and wife all these years. She really believed that she had left that part of her in the past, she had done her best to forget and hide that wild and scandalous phase she had had in her youth. It had taken her many years and effort, but she had managed to raise a loving family, believing she had finally made it. But all that seemed to crumble easily when she thought she saw him again, or at least thought it was him.

How could they be so similar? How could this man look so much like the biggest love of her life?

And it wasn't just physically, because when he kissed her practically by force, he reminded her so much of Brandon that she didn't have the strength or the desire to push him off of her.

Gods and how he kissed her.

Just thinking about it again made her skin bristle and she began to instinctively rub her thighs and felt an intense itch resurface from her core, one she hadn't been able to scratch in a long time. Her husband, Petyr had been a very kind and good man to her, always buttering her up and spoiling her with expensive gifts and luxurious trips. It was something easy for him after all, he had always been an intelligent man which led him to become a successful businessman, but unfortunately for Lysa, Petyr did not excel in the area she needed the most.

 Having known him since he was a child, Lysa always knew that apart from being someone very clever and intelligent, Petyr had also been a very scrawny and sickly child, unfortunately that had been something that had not changed much over the years. Besides, if the gods had blessed him with a great brain, they had not done the same with his manhood, which meant that no matter how hard Petyr tried, he could never satisfy her sexually.

Especially if she compared him to Brandon, though Lysa knew it wasn't a fair comparison to poor Petyr, it was something she couldn't help. While as much as she and Catelyn had been childhood friends with Petyr, they both practically tossed him aside when they met Brandon. Lysa could still vividly remember the first time she had seen him, he had been a transfer student from the north, she had never seen a man as handsome or charming like Brandon. He easily stood out from the rest, which made him quite popular in a very short time, and to Petyr's misfortune he seemed to excel in everything he lacked, Brandon was a tall, confident man with an athletic body.

Lysa was immediately smitten from the moment she saw him, but of course her sister had to step in and ruin everything. For some reason that Lysa could never understand, Catelyn had always been prettier and more popular than her, she had also been accepted and then made the captain of the cheerleading squad when Lysa had been rejected, being called 'clumsy and not skinny enough'.

Unfortunately, Brandon fell for her false charm and slutty attitude and it wasn't long before the two became boyfriend and girlfriend. Lysa hated Catelyn for taking her man away from her, she was supposed to be the one Brandon fell in love with, but Catelyn always had to have it all. She had always been the spoiled child, always believing the world owed her everything, having a petty and haughty attitude ever since they were children.

After all, Lysa had witnessed her teasing and torturing poor Petyr since they were children, all because of his crush on her. Catelyn, more than aware of that, always used him to take advantage of him, making him believe that if he did everything, she asked of him, he would have a chance that she could fall in love with him. Lysa always felt sorry for poor Petyr and tried to make him see that Catelyn was just using her, but he was stubbornly in love with his sister and there was nothing she could do or say to make him change his mind.

But Lysa felt that Catelyn had crossed a line when she dared to take Brandon away from her, this time she would not let her get away with it. That's why she decided to do something she wasn't very proud of, but she was finally able to beat her sister and get the man she wanted. Although, in the end it was all in vain as he abandoned her in the end, leaving her alone with her little daughter.

Oh, her sweet daughter.

Sansa had always been his greatest pride; she was such a perfect and beautiful little thing. She had inherited the best of Brandon and herself, thinking of her daughter also made her think back to the man who was trying to corrupt her and make her make one of the worst mistakes a young girl could make. Lysa would not let her daughter throw away her dignity and modesty by making an explicit video with that man, as a mother she had a duty to protect her from that kind of man. Even if it meant sacrificing herself or her marriage, she would protect Sansa.

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Unexpectedly, Catelyn and Jon had not immediately jumped into action, quite the opposite. Since they had decided to start over, Jon decided that it would be too inopportune to force things now, so he simply decided to enjoy Catelyn's wine and make light conversation with her. And unexpectedly, Jon quite enjoyed her company, time passed quickly as the two chatted and got to know each other more deeply.

This was not really what he had in mind when he came all the way north to meet Catelyn Tully, his plan was to simply come and fuck her while a camera recorded the scene, but he couldn't say he disliked it. It was nice to leave work and sex aside for a while, it honestly felt like his life had been reduced to just that lately. Being able to have a nice chat with a nice woman without it being about getting her to sleep with him was refreshing.

 And as the hours passed and more wine was poured into his glass, Jon felt more and more relaxed and carefree, and the attraction he felt for Catelyn only grew, so much so that Jon felt a growing need to kiss her. So, he did, interrupting her mid-sentence, he could not allow her to say that he had kissed his sister and not her.

Feeling her push him back slightly as she pulled back, Catelyn asked him with a smile.

“What was that?”

“I just wanted to kiss you.”

Jon confessed to her, his voice coming out hoarse and more accented than usual.

Was he drunk? He really doubted it, he never got drunk on wine alone.

“Really?” Catelyn told him mockingly as she gently scratched his thick beard.

Jon felt too giddy and anxious to respond with words, so he simply nodded firmly. Catelyn laughed prettily and replied.

“Then do it properly, Jon Snow. Kiss me like you really mean it.”

Holding her by the cheek, Jon leaned forward as Catelyn closed her eyes and prepared to greet him eagerly. Jon kissed her greedily from the start and she did not hesitate to respond with the same enthusiasm. Their tongues caressing each other as her arms encircled his neck and her fingers ran through his long curls. With a moan, she felt him carry her across his lap, pressing her body against his.

When Catelyn had to pull away due to lack of oxygen, Jon didn't stay still and began to kiss her jaw. He took her earlobe between his lips and sucked it lightly before grazing it with his teeth. Catelyn moaned and her breath ran down his neck.

“I want to make love to you Cat, I can't wait anymore.” Jon whispered hoarsely in her ear.

Sinking her face into the hollow of his neck and tightening her grip on his shoulders, Catelyn answered him.

“Then take me to my room, Jon.”

Happy to hear that, Jon kissed the side of her neck and her shoulders before grabbing her under her thighs and pulling her to her feet, lifting her easily with him. Jon carried her in his arms all the way to her room.

The alcohol and the urgent need to fuck the redhead in his arms clouded Jon's judgment slightly. At least enough to forget about everything important, like setting up the filming equipment needed to capture the intimate scene he was going to have with Catelyn, or that it was never a good idea to have sex while drunk, it would usually be below his performance and the video wouldn't turn out as good as it usually does. But right now, none of that really mattered to him, he only cared about Catelyn and making her feel good.

As soon as they entered her room, Jon had intended to throw her on the bed and devour and fuck her until she cummed multiple times for him, but Catelyn asked him to put him down on the floor and it was she who ended up taking him to the bed and pushing him down on it. Jon didn't complain, especially when she finally untied the knot of her robe and revealed her sexy and erotic lingerie for him, sitting back down on top of him, Catelyn left her breasts practically on his face, which protruded prominently from the top of her bra.

Unable to help himself, Jon wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her lush cleavage, caressing and kissing the firm, soft mounds. Catelyn moaned happily as she ran her fingers through his hair, holding him in place. After letting him enjoy her breasts for a while, she pulled her hair back and leaning over him, pressed her lips against his in a slow, passionate kiss.

When they parted Catelyn looked down at him smiling, her blue eyes shining brightly, turning away from him, Catelyn stood up and stretching her hands behind her back, unfastened her bra and let it fall to the side. Catelyn's ample breasts bounced freely, it seemed that even the slightest movement made them bounce and quiver, her thick red nipples and ample light pink areolas danced tantalizingly.

But she didn't stop there, lowering both hands to her hips and grabbing the garters of her thong with her thumbs, Catelyn jerked her hips from side to side as she slowly pulled her panties down until she tossed them aside along with her bra. Jon could only stare in awe at the athletic, curvaceous redhead standing in front of him, completely naked. Her voluptuous figure was one of the most incredible he had ever seen. Giving him a predatory grin, Catelyn took a couple of steps forward before dropping to her knees. Immediately putting her deft fingers to work and beginning to unbuckle his belt, button and zipper. As she pulled his pants down, he lifted his hips so she could pull it down his legs.

 The moment she pulled down his boxers, his stiff shaft shot out like a spring and hit her under the chin. Causing her to giggle lightly before Catelyn grasped his throbbing shaft from the base with her long slender fingers, then wrapped her plump lips over his swollen head. Jon ran his fingers through her hair as he let her control the rhythm this time, savoring the feel of her hot, wet mouth as it wrapped around the top half of his length.

Catelyn bobbed her head back and forth, her tongue swirling and caressing his shaft as she moved down and then sucked hard as she pulled back. Jon moaned as she worked his cock with her mouth, gradually taking him deeper and deeper until his head pressed against her throat. Lifting her chin, she stared at him with her blue eyes as she slowly pushed forward, sliding his cock into her tight throat until her lips kissed the base of his shaft. As slowly as she had swallowed him, she pulled back, sucking hard as she slid her tongue along the bottom of his shaft. There was a loud pop as she pulled her lips away from the swollen head of his cock.

Smiling, Catelyn stood up and lunged at him, beginning to kiss him passionately. Catelyn moaned into his mouth before pulling back to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed, she sat up and helped him pull his shirt over his head. Lying on top of him, Catelyn let out a giggle as she felt his hard, eager length brush against her ass. Rising up, she moved one hand down and holding him in her hand, rubbed him playfully against her wet folds.

“Mmh, what an eager boy. Do you want to taste my sweet, tight pussy so badly?” Catelyn told him, wiggling her hips teasingly.

“Fuck, don't bother me woman. I'm going to own that pussy." Jon said hoarsely, grabbing and squeezing her breasts roughly.

“That's exactly what I expect from you, Jon.” Catelyn answered him before she let out a deep moan as she dropped down on his length.

“Oh, fuck.” Jon gasped, gripping her hips and moving upward.

"Unh, yeah. You feel so good inside me.” Catelyn grunted; hands spread across his chest.

Slowly moving her hips, she quickly reached a steady rhythm. Jon relaxed, drinking in the beautiful redhead riding him. He had come from a long and exhausting few days in the capital and now being back in his homeland with a lush redhead no doubt brought him back to his more youthful days. So, he decided to forget about everything completely and just focus on Catelyn and the feel of her warm, wet pussy which hugged and massaged his cock so wonderfully. And despite the alcohol clouding his mind and reflexes, Jon wasn't about to let Catelyn do all the work.

The redhead let out a gasp of surprise and then giggled as he sat up and suddenly flipped her onto her back. Grabbing the back of his head, she kissed him hard as he began to thrust into her. Her thighs wrapped around his back, her heels digging into his ass.

“Oh, gods.” Catelyn gasped in ecstasy. “Fuck me. Fuck me like you do your whores in the capital, pound my tight, little pussy."

“You don't have to tell me twice.” Jon shot back.

Honestly, Catelyn usually preferred the more passionate and loving kind of sex than the rough and brutish kind. While she liked to be dominated from time to time, it wasn't something she enjoyed doing that often, but she wanted to show Jon that she was a match for any woman he had ever met before. She would take whatever he had to give her.

Jon leaned down and gave her a kiss before withdrawing until only the tip was lodged in her folds. He paused to breathe before lowering himself so hard that their hips clapped noisily, the force plunging Catelyn deep into the mattress. Arching her back, she let out a deep, guttural moan, and her bright blue eyes widened like saucers.

“Oh, my gods. Yes! Just like that!” Catelyn moaned incitingly as she dug her nails into his back and bit his shoulder.

Slowly, Jon pulled away and did it again, and again. Gradually each thrust became faster and faster until it felt like he was trying to drive Catelyn to the edge of the mattress. Despite everything, she clung to him and kept begging for more between moans and gasps as she writhed beneath him.

“Oh, fuck! Don't stop!” Catelyn cried out, nearing her peak.

Dropping her head to the mattress. Jon gasped and grunted as he thrust as hard and fast as he could. The only thing keeping Catelyn from writhing was the weight of his body pressing down on her.  She was on the brink for a long moment before collapsing into a massive climax.

She arched her back, grinding her sweaty breasts against his torso as she gasped noisily. Jon lifted his head and watched as her eyes rolled back as her legs shook uncontrollably. Her breathing paused for a long moment before she took a breath of air and let out a scream that made his ears ring. Kissing her neck, he slowed to a more reasonable pace but never stopped, the wild fluttering of her slippery depths felt too good.

Catelyn collapsed, her spleens clinging to him limply as she took deep, labored breaths. Jon instinctively continued his relentless thrusts, eliciting the occasional moan from her glossy pink lips. Leaning on one arm, he slid a hand from her thigh to her breasts, cupping and teasing her stiff, red nipple. Catelyn moaned, arching her back as she opened her eyes.

Jon leaned into her, kissing her deeply as he neared her end. Keeping their lips entwined, he sped up a little, pursuing his climax. Catelyn moaned and tangled her fingers in his hair. Her nails lightly caressed his scalp, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. That little sensation pushed him over the edge. With one mighty thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could and exploded inside her. Catelyn moaned again, stroking his back as he spilled into her depths. Letting out a deep sigh, he collapsed on top of her.

After a couple of minutes and having his huge body crushing hers, Catelyn lightly patted his shoulder to get him to move off of her. But seeing that he didn't move, Catelyn spoke to him.

“Jon, you're crushing me, sweetheart.”

But his only response was to let out an annoyed, tired hum before rolling to the side and slumping back into unconsciousness. Catelyn wasn't annoyed by that, in fact quite the opposite, she was wonderfully delighted. Snuggling into his side, she rested her head on his chest as she traced imaginary lines on his chest, tomorrow he would wake up with a slight headache and she was going to be there to take care of him. Jon Snow would not return to the capital, he would stay here with her. She would make sure of that.

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I still have one more chapter prepared before the end of the year. So, I won't say everything I want to say yet, I just hope you enjoyed the chapter and have a great Christmas Eve and a Merry Christmas. I'll see you soon with the last update of the year, until then.