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After another ten minutes of kissing and their bodies rubbing together, Jon finally let go of her and led her down the dark corridor. Her heart pounded with fear of being discovered.
Jon's firm hand guided her along the corridor.
When they reached the door leading outside, Jon kissed her again.
He loved to slip his tongue into Catelyn's mouth, and especially to squeeze her buttocks—something she had noticed, she guessed that he had a ass fetish with how much he plays with her ass. Jon ran his hands all over her body, fondling her breasts, squeezing them, and pinching her nipples, hard from the cold and from arousal, making Catelyn gasp in the deserted corridor.
The kisses and gasps of two lovers echoed through the long hallway.
"Not here, Jon, someone might see us," Catelyn gasped.
She knew that was what the bastard wanted, for someone to see them, but why?
"Nobody will see us," Jon assured her as he put a hand under her dress and touched her pussy, which was wet from the kisses and touch of this dirty bastard.
"Oh gods, that feels so good," Catelyn moaned, trying to keep her voice as low as possible.
"Jon, I have to go," Catelyn squealed when Jon started playing with her clitoris. " Gods, I'm going to go crazy if he keeps doing that," she thought as she kissed him to keep herself from screaming in the hallway.
"Oh, Cat, am I not the bastard anymore? Since when am I Jon to you?" Jon mocked her.
She didn't answer, she just kept kissing him and grinding her hips against his hand.
She didn't know why he was calling her by that name and she didn't want to know.
It was only when Catelyn had her orgasm against Jon's hand that she was allowed to leave; she had hundreds of thoughts and sensations swirling through her body at that moment.
Half of her thoughts were filled with guilt, sadness, and shame; the other half was reminiscing about her time with Petyr and remembering the things she wanted to do with Brandon, thoughts she thought were gone, and she was surprised by what she was willing to do with Brandon.
She also felt used, violated, and abused against her will, and the other part of her body, the perverse part, felt full, satisfied in a way she had never been before, telling herself that this was her revenge against her husband for cheating on her with Ashara Dayne, her legs trembling from her last orgasm.
When she arrived at the castle entrance, two guards were surprised to see me.
"My lady, what are you doing awake at this hour?" asked the Guard.
"I'm sorry, I went to pray in the chapel my husband built, I didn't want to be disturbed so I left without saying anything," she lied easily.
The guards nodded, and she wished them goodnight.
She walked down the corridors, and the servants and guards looked at her normally and greeted her as they always would.
When she reached her rooms, she began to laugh loudly.
It all seemed like a lie, a dark joke, but for some strange reason, it made Catelyn laugh.
She took off her dress while still laughing, and then as she started crying, she lay down on her bed completely naked.
When she covered herself with her thick sheets, she stopped crying, but now she felt immense sadness and guilt and began to cry inconsolably against her pillow, she cried out of guilt and shame, now those dark feelings filled her, shame, hatred towards herself, Catelyn cried until sleep took her.
Why, Cat?" her husband's voice asked from the darkness.
Catelyn didn't know where she was or where Ned's voice was coming from.
"Ned, where are you?" Catelyn asked as she tried to see something in the darkness.
"Why did you deceive me?" Ned said, and felt her blood run cold.
"No. I don't know what you're talking about, Ned," Catelyn replied nervously.
"And with my son, with my bastard son, why? Am I not enough for you? Have I not given you what you desired?"
"Ned it isn't what you think," Catelyn replied as she began to cry.
"Why with my brother, Mother?" Now it was her son Robb's turn, now Catelyn felt cornered.
" What's happening? This is a dream," Catelyn said as she looked around without being able to see.
"We know, we know what you did, Mother," said her daughter Arya.
Behind her, Catelyn let out a scream of horror when she felt someone's hand behind her.
"I didn't do it on purpose, the bastard forced me, he made me do things against my will, I swear," Catelyn cried out with tears of regret.
" Don't lie, Catelyn ," her husband hissed, hatred in his voice.
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