The Conquest of the Dragon-Wolf Cap 6

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After that passionate and deep kiss that Catelyn shared with Jon, she felt herself falling completely into the abyss of lust and corruption.  But at least she was content with the fact that she was not alone, mother and son accompanied her during the whole trip, both of them used her, played and abused her soft and vulnerable body, and Catelyn enjoyed every second of it. The three of them lost themselves completely in the heat and passion they felt for each other, immersing themselves in the deepest perversions and unimaginable sexual taboos.

No doubt that night Catelyn had desecrated every vow she had made to her husband and her gods, no doubt her past self would have been horrified and shocked by her actions. But now she was a new woman and she had sworn her allegiance and devotion to someone else, to a new God, to a new King, Jon. Or should I better say, 'Daemon Targaryen'.

Although, she still preferred to call him Jon, not because she still thought of him as a bastard, but because she had known him all her life by that name, and she was more than aware that one day he would be known to all the world as Daemon Targaryen, the Targaryen prince who lived in hiding as a bastard or the first dragon rider in over a hundred and fifty years. That she could call him Jon and that she had known him long before all that happened made her feel as if she were closer to him.

And from now on, she wanted to start redeeming all the mistakes she had made in the past, she planned to show her loyalty and devotion to him in whatever way he required or desired. But now she was not only saying it with the excuse that she wanted to see her daughter become Queen, but because she really wanted to show Jon that she could be of great value to him, both sexually and politically, and that she was a match for any Lady of the Realm.

That was why seeing him still immersed in a deep, relaxing sleep even at this hour of the morning, when he had always been such an early riser, brought her great pride. After all she had always been a very proud woman and seeing how much she had managed to wear him out last night put a smile on her face. Though she had to remind herself that she hadn't been the only woman he had been with last night. Lifting her head slightly from where it rested on Jon's chest, Catelyn watched the 'She-Wolf of the North', the beautiful and wild Lyanna Stark, but now she didn't look so wild. For like herself she was clinging and pressing against Jon's body for warmth.

Catelyn would be lying if she said that despite everything she wasn't still surprised and shocked by their relationship, but after all, she had come to accept it, or at least not question them about it. After all, it was not her position to argue with her King's decisions.

'The King always takes what he wants.' Even if that meant taking his own mother as a mistress.

So, instead of worrying about things that were none of her business, Catelyn decided to immerse herself in the comforting and pleasant warmth and comfort of her King's body. Fortunately for her, because of the fight she had had with Ned, he would not find it strange that she had not slept with him, assuming that she had decided to use a separate room and he had always been an understanding man who gave her space. So, she was sure he wouldn't be looking for her anytime soon. So, that gave her free rein to stay in Jon's room as long as she wished, but as Catelyn tried to sink back into a peaceful, relaxing sleep for a few more hours, she was interrupted when she heard a mocking female voice beside her say.

“I would never have taken you for a hugger, Lady Stark.”

Opening her eyes almost immediately, Catelyn saw at Jon's other end the smiling, mocking face of Lyanna. The red-haired Tully not knowing how to respond to that initially, although the relationship and balance of power that existed between her and Jon was more than clear, she still did not know how to address Lyanna. While it was true that Catelyn had called her Queen, her Queen.

Was she really one? Should she address her as one?

Seeing the clear conflict on the face of her son's new concubine, Lyanna decided to lighten the situation by letting out a light, amused laugh before telling her.

“I can't really blame you; my son's body is strangely warmer than normal, don't you think? I suppose it's a trait the Targaryen’s share; his father was the same way.”

At the mention of Rhaegar Targaryen, Catelyn's curiosity resurfaced once more, she could not believe how everyone had come to believe that the silver prince had kidnapped Lyanna Stark and taken her against her will. An act that could be said to have triggered the whole rebellion, for it was for that reason that Brandon rode recklessly to Kings Landing to confront the prince and make demands to the Mad King. Which led to his imprisonment and the summoning of his father, the Lord of Winterfell, Rickard Stark. After that is already known history, the Mad King did not hesitate to execute both father and son, and not settling for that he demanded Jon Arryn to deliver his wards, Ned and Robert, but that only ended up causing the land of the Rivers, the Vale and the North to take up arms against the crown, a war that ended with the Targaryen dynasty.

Lyanna again could see right through her and knowing full well what he was thinking about, she said to her.

“You want to know? You want to know what really happened? Do you want to know the reason I decided to run away with Rhaegar?”

Catelyn would be lying if she said she did not wish to know the reasons behind Lyanna's actions, but she also knew she should not be as reckless as she was before. So, taking the more reserved route, she answered her.

“It is not my position to question you about your actions, your Grace.”

Smiling complacently, Lyanna answered him.  “Well said, little pet.” Reaching out a hand, Lyanna stroked her cheek gently and affectionately, but Catelyn knew she meant it in a condescending manner, as if she was nothing more than as she said, 'a pet'. “I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I hope we use this opportunity to start over. Now that you're more than aware of your position, I'm sure we can get along just fine.”

Catelyn merely nodded, but remembering that she shouldn't be left unanswered, she forced herself to say.

“I'm sure of it too, your Grace.”

“Well, now that we've made that clear, I want there to be more trust between us. After all, we are on the same team now and as long as you are loyal and subservient towards my son, there won't be any problems between us, do you understand that?”

Nodding again, Catelyn replies.

“I do, your Grace.”

“You may call me, Lya. At least when we are in informal situations like this, and I will call you, Cat, would you like that?” 

“Yes, I would quite like that, your... Lya.” Catelyn said, correcting herself at the last moment, she had not expected the woman's vote of confidence.

Smiling complacently, Lyanna continued.

“So, moving on to other, more fun topics. Tell me, Cat, how much did you enjoy your first night with my son? Now you can be completely honest, the lust of the moment no longer clouds your mind.”

At first, she was reluctant to answer in the face of such a question, but Catelyn forced herself to do so, saying in all honesty and with a completely clear mind.

“I enjoyed it, very much.”

“You don't feel bad for your husband?” Lyanna asked quickly, a watchful look on her face.

“No, not really. Even though Ned has always been a loving father and a caring husband, he always neglected his duties in bed, he could never really satisfy me." Catelyn said, trying somehow to justify her actions. “But as Jon said, I will continue to be an honorable wife and exemplary Lady to him and before the Realm, but I am glad that Jon has taken me as his mistress and I would like to continue to keep my position.”

"I am happy that you finally realize how privileged you are to have such a position, Cat. Not many women will have the honor and joy of being the concubine of a Dragon King, and that is not the only honor you have been given. After all, your own daughter will be fortunate enough to be one of Daemon's wives and it is your duty to let her know how fortunate she is to receive such an honor.”

Hearing that, Catelyn allowed herself for the first time to respond with confidence, because Sansa was her greatest pride, and she did not hesitate to express that to Lyanna.

“I have raised my daughter since she was only a child to be the perfect Lady, I am sure she will do her duty as a wife splendidly. I am sure she will far exceed Jon's expectations.”

“We shall see.” Lyanna said before rearranging herself and sliding one slender leg over Jon's and hugging him deeper before letting out a pleasurable moan and finishing by telling her. "You can leave now, if you want or you can stay. Daemon will probably want to fuck again once he gets up, but I can take care of that, you've earned your rest.”

Catelyn watched Lyanna continue to lovingly hug and kiss Jon, but not in the traditional way a mother would. She had always known of the Targaryen's strange customs about mingling among family members, it had been so much so that it had come to be considered something completely normal among them. After all, it was said that the descendants of Old Valyria did it in order to maintain purity in their blood.

But mother and son?

That was something she had never heard of before, a kind of taboo that even the Targaryen’s dared not cross.

“If you are so curious, you only need ask.” Catelyn heard Lyanna say to her, before Lyanna opened her eyes and fixed her gaze upon her. “I can hear you thinking, you are keeping me awake.”

“It's just that I can't help but still be a little surprised by the relationship you share with Jon, I never would have imagined it.” Catelyn ventured to say.

“I don't doubt it, I'm sure just like you, no one would have imagined it. Just as no one would have imagined that my Daemon would be a Targaryen or a prince or that he would be the one to raise the dragons from the stone again.” Lyanna said, causing both women to turn their gazes for a second to the creature of fantasies who was now peacefully sleeping, but their gaze returned to Lyanna's as she continued. “No one could have imagined such things, no one except for me. I always knew how special and wonderful my Daemon would be from the beginning, the most special boy in the world, he is destined for greatness.”

Not able to help but let out an amused snort, Lyanna said.

“I'm sure all mothers have that kind of thought about their firstborn, but Daemon really is different from everyone.” Fixing her gaze back on the redhead, Lyanna asked her seriously. “Have you ever had carnal thoughts about Robb?”

Horrified and disgusted at such a question, Catelyn quickly answered her.

“Of course not, nothing like that would ever cross my mind.”

Lyanna laughed amusedly before telling her.

“It was to be expected, but that's the difference. Daemon and I are different from everyone else, I'm sure no one would understand our relationship. Most would condemn us, some would loathe us, we would be judged, but none of that matters to me. The gods chose me, they gave him to me, he is mine and I am his.” Running her long, well-trimmed nails comfortingly down Daemon's body, from his muscular abs to his torso as she gave him a look of complete adoration, Lyanna finished by saying. “I dreamed of him, you know...long before he even took his first breath, I could see his face even before he came out of me. I could see the great deeds he would accomplish long before they happened, I could see us in a bright and glittering future. At first, I thought they were mere dreams, but they felt too real to be just that, but Rhaegar explained to me that they could be dragon dreams. An ability so rare that in hundreds of years of history only a handful of Targaryen have possessed it, 'Daenys the Dreamer' the most famous of them.”

“But you're not actually a Targaryen.” Catelyn pointed out, causing Lyanna to give her a penetrating look. “I mean, at least not by blood.”

Taking a breath, Lyanna turned her gaze back to her son before replying.

“I am aware of that, but Daemon is indeed a true Targaryen and he was inside me, we were connected, we were both just one being. That's why I think it was possible for me to have had those visions, since he was born, I have not had them again. But no matter how many years go by, I will never forget what I saw. You see, Cat, the visions not only showed me a bright and glorious future for Daemon, but they also showed me other possibilities.” Lyanna mentioned, her tone changing to a more serious and sinister one. “The reason I love my son so much and would do anything for him is because of those dreams I had. I could see the life he would have had if I hadn't been there for him. Alone, trapped in a dark, cold place, surrounded by horrible people who despise him. Doomed to live ignorant of his true nature, ridiculed and belittled as a mere bastard by common folk and simple Lords, people like you Lady Stark would have made him believe he was just another bastard with nothing good to offer until he became a shell of his true self. I could not let that happen, so I fought against the clutches of death itself to be by his side, to love him in every way one person can love another. As a mother, as a woman and as a lover. I had to be by his side to let him know who he really is and to point him in the right direction, there is nothing I am not willing to do for him, nothing at all. That's why if he wants to take me as a lover, I will do my best to satisfy him. If he wants to take you as a mistress or concubine, then my job will be to teach you how to satisfy him. If he desires a harem, then I will build one for him. If he desires a crown, then I will pave the way for him to become the King he is destined to be. There is nothing more important to me than Daemon. I am glad to see that he has grown up to be a big and strong man, but as his mother I cannot help but worry for him. And now he has chosen you to join us, so it is my duty to warn you, Cat. If I see even a hint of treachery in you, I must tell you that punishment will fall not only on you, but also on everyone you love, do you understand?”

Startled by the Northern she-wolf's warning, Catelyn nodded frantically, which seemed to mollify her and take a more relaxed stance. Receiving a disturbing smile from Lyanna, Catelyn felt her anuses on her face again, seeming to enjoy touching her. But to Catelyn it felt like it was the touch of a Mistress petting her pet.

“Of course, if you serve my son well, you will also be rewarded and likewise, she will not be the only one to be rewarded. It will not be difficult to find positions of power to each of your sons in Daemon's government. Robb would be named as the Warden of the North, Sansa would be one of his Queens, Bran could be that great knight he has always aspired to be, with training and effort I am sure he could join the Kings guard. I'd like to say we could put together a good marriage for Arya, but I'm sure she would hate that idea.”

Hearing that, Catelyn knew she would be right, Arya had been the complete opposite of what Sansa was. Try as she might, she couldn't get that girl to act like a proper Lady.

“Well, anyway, I think we can find a proper position for her, she's still young after all. So, for the moment we can concentrate on Sansa, I think you need to have a very serious conversation with her, don't you think so? Who better to bring her the wonderful news that she will be a Queen than her own mother.”

Catelyn nodded as she felt Jon finally wake up, beginning to stir slightly and wrap both women in both arms before saying, her voice hoarser and deeper than usual.

“What are you two mumbling about so much?”

“Nothing important honey, go back to sleep.” Lyanna told her sweetly.

“I don't think I can, I'm not the only one who woke up.” Jon said, confusing them both slightly before they turned their gaze down and see his impressive erection peeking out from under the bedclothes, creating a huge tent.

Both Lyanna and Catelyn looked at his erection with surprised and hungry eyes, before a smile formed on the Stark's face and she said.

“I'm sure Cat will be more than happy to take care of that, won't you?”

Catelyn didn't even bother to nod or respond before she began to lower herself onto Jon's body and removing the blankets, captured his erect cock in her lips and began bobbing her head up and down, eliciting a deep gasp from Jon. As much as she enjoyed her position as Jon's mistress and concubine, Catelyn wanted much more for her daughter, she wanted Sansa to be Jon's main wife, she would do everything she could to make that a reality.

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After finishing taking care of Jon's morning erection, Catelyn finally returned to her private chambers, calling quickly to her maids she asked them to prepare a bath for her, she needed to clean and wash the fluids and the smell of sex from her body. Her maids prepared her bath in the same way they always did since the first time she had instructed them how they should do it, Catelyn liked to bathe in hot water, it helped her to fight the cold of the north, which after many years she still had not gotten used to. After relaxing in the huge tub for long minutes and letting the water wash away all evidence of the wild night she had shared with the Targaryen’s, Catelyn called back to her maids to help her dress and comb her hair.

Both women working quickly and effusively, it took only a few minutes for the well-respected Lady of Winterfell to reappear, Catelyn proudly admiring her figure in the mirror before dismissing her maids. Despite the passing years and the multiple pregnancies, she had gone through, she still maintained her elegant beauty.

But Sansa was much more beautiful than she was.

Her daughter would become the Queen she had always been destined to be and Catelyn would be sure to help her every step of the way. So, now fully dressed, Catelyn made her way to Sansa's chambers and, knocking graciously on the door, waited for her daughter to answer. But after several seconds, there was no response from the other side, assuming that she was probably still upset about the last argument they had had. Catelyn leaned over the door and spoke through it, using an extremely motherly and sweet voice.

“Sansa, darling. It's me, your mother, would you let me through? Would you mind opening the door, I want us to talk about yesterday.”

Though again there was no response, this time she could hear the distinctive click of the door indicating that it had unlocked, allowing her to pass. Opening the door, Catelyn was able to enter at the same time that Sansa sat back down on her bed, looking at her face she could see that her eyes were red and puffy indicating that she had been crying all night. She quickly walked over to her daughter and hugged her, cradling her against her chest as she said.

“Oh, sweetheart. There's no reason to be sad.”

“I'll never be Queen.” Sansa said tearfully.

Holding her daughter's beautiful face in her hands, Catelyn told her.

“Of course, you will be Queen, my dear. You will be a magnificent and noble Queen, respected by all the Lords of the Realm and admired by the common people.”

“But I want to be Daemon's Queen, I want to marry him, I want to give him beautiful children of Valyrian blood. I desire no one else.” Sanas said stubbornly as she cried again, expressing her recent desire to marry her cousin.

“Is that what you really want, my dear?” Catelyn asked her, causing Sansa to lift her face from his chest and nod slightly. “Then I will grant your wish, my child.”

“Really?” Sansa asked tentatively.

“Of course.” That was all it took for Catelyn to say for Sansa's mood to take a one hundred and eighty turn, her sadness and listlessness turning to happiness and excitement, not hesitating to embrace her happily and begin thanking her effusively. With a slight smile, Catelyn returned her daughter's embrace as she whispered in her ear.

“But you must remember my dear, the Targaryen are different from other men. They have their own customs and language, their own gods and preferences, it's one of the several reasons why they preferred to mate only with each other."

Turning away from her, with a more cautious face, Sansa said. “But I am his closest kin.”  Adding with a mocking tone and a slight snort. “I don't think he wishes to marry Arya.”

“Don't speak of your sister like that.” Catelyn told her as she swept a long lock of hair past and tucked it behind her ear before reminding her. “Besides, Jon isn't the only Targaryen left.”

That was enough to make her remind Sansa about Daemon's other relatives who had also managed to escape, Queen Rhaella's two children, Prince Viserys Targaryen and the one who had been at the time, the newborn Princess Daenerys Targaryen. 

“But... he already announced his intentions to marry me, he wouldn't leave me aside to marry his aunt, would he?” Sansa fearfully asked her mother.

“No, I don't think he'll change his mind about marrying you, dear.” Catelyn told her, calming her nerves. “Taking you as his wife would practically assure him of the North's support and influence my father's decision to take sides in the war.”

“So-” Sansa tried to speak, but was quickly cut off by her mother. “Remember dear, he would not be the first Targaryen to take more than one wife, in the same way the Conqueror or his father did.”

“Am I to be a second wife?” Sansa said wanly, her mood seeming to wane again at such news.

“No, of course you are not. You were not born to be a second wife, you are a Tully and a Stark, the most beautiful girl in all the realm and you have an advantage no other girl has. You are here with Jon; you have to earn his love and affection.”

“How?” Sansa asked desperately.

Smiling confidently at her, Catelyn told her.

“Don't worry, my dear. I will teach you everything you need to do. Jon will be your King and I promise you that you will be the woman who will walk beside him.”

Sansa imagined the picture her mother had put in her mind and couldn't help but smile huge and bright. As she always did, she would listen and learn all that her mother had to teach her.

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“You worry too much, it's starting to show.” Cersei heard her brother say as he joined her side. She had been watching the silent sisters prepare Jon Arryn's body for burial, the King's hand had died and now his position would be up for grabs and Cersei had a very good idea of who her husband had in mind to take the position.

“And you care very little.” Cersei replied to her brother, finally turning to him and giving him a reproachful look as she reminded him. “What if Jon Arryn told someone.”

But as always, Jaime seemed apathetic and calm about it all, answering her confidently.

“If he had our heads would be stuck on spears over the city gates. Whatever Jon Arryn knew or thought he knew died with him. And now Robert will choose a new hand to do all his work while he drinks his way to an early grave."

“You should be hand of the King.” Cersei voiced, even though she knew full well that her husband would never choose a Lannister as a hand. Robert would not allow a member of his family to hold a position of power, he had had no choice with her.

“We both know that will never happen.” Jaime shot back.

“No, of course not.” Cersei said, but also added. "In the same way he won't give that position to Baelish, Varys, Pycelle or even his own brother, Renly, either. My 'dear' husband has only one person left on the entire continent that he trusts enough to let him rule while he whores around with boars and hunts cheap whores.”

Jaime couldn't help but let out a small snort at her joke, but then asked.

“Are you going to tell me who this is about or am I supposed to guess?”

Cersei rolled her eyes dismissively as she listened to him. Always the slowest of the Lannister’s. Standing up straight, Cersei began to leave, but not before telling her brother.

“Soon we will be traveling North and will have to prepare for the arrival of a pack of stinking wolves coming to King's Landing.”

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Sorry for the delay, things happened. But in the universe of our favorite characters, things also happened, much more interesting. Before the arrival of Robert and the Lannister Queen, we will have a little arc with Sansa, which will involve a lot more fun stuff. Much more interesting things are coming and in the next update, Jon/Catelyn. Wow, it really was the month of the redhead Tully, wasn't it? I feel like I'm always writing Smut featuring her. I'm not complaining of course and I'm sure you guys aren't either. I also assure you that we will have a chapter with the Long Night before the end of the year, well I'm off to write the next chapter. See you soon, until then.