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Catelyn did not regret doing what she did, but still she knew that she had to receive at least some punishment for it.
Releasing Jaime wasn’t the greatest idea, but it was her only hope… without him, she would never see her daughters or have sex with Bran again. So, the Queen of the North agreed to the confinement in her chambers, especially now that she birthed twins of her husband-son. A girl came to the world first, and then her brother. But what would she name them?
Her grandson-son’s name was easier to choose. Rickon. With his namesake killed by Theon Turncloak, it was the best way to immortalize her now second-youngest son. She struggled with female names at first, but soon she found one – Mynisa, after her long-dead mother. Catelyn hoped that they would grow strong and healthy, that Robb would feel his sister-daughter’s pussy once she comes of age, and that she herself will have fun with Rickon the Younger once he’s a man...
But future was more uncertain than ever.
Edmure Tully, heir to Riverrun and her brother, was returning from the battle, the one where he defeated Lord Tywin and forced him to regroup on the Blackwater… which gave Warden of the West an opportunity to unite with Tyrells and ambush Stannis’s host. With King in the Narrow Sea forced back to Dragonstone, they had no hope of any alliance against their foes. Ironmen took most of the North, and two Kings now ruled in King's Landing, both unfriendly to Starks.
Still, Catelyn tried not to dwell too much on this. Once Robb and her father would cross western hills and return to Riverrun, they would have a talk about that.
At the sunset, Ser Tully's host of riverlords came back, with him quickly ascending the stairs to give his sister a punishment for setting Kingslayer free. Once he got to the Queen of the North’s room, he aggressively opened the door and approached her.
“Why did you do that?” he asked in a very disappointed tone.
“I… did it for my children,” responded Catelyn.
“Yeah? That doesn't matter. I’ll give you much bigger and harder punishment for your treason... if you know what I mean”.
And that he did.
Ser Edmure ripped her gown immediately after finishing his speech, took off his breeches and stuffed his cock inside his sister’s mouth. His intention was to suffocate her a little, and that he achieved before erupting seed inside her mouth. Then he gave her some time to breath while he was violently groping and even biting Catelyn’s teats, siphoning the milk needed for his nephew-grandnephew or niece-grandniece from her.
Then, it was time for a final treat. He put the Queen in her bed, stuffed his cock inside her arsehole and started angrily slapping his sister’s arse while listening to the symphony of her moans. As he was about to release again, he switched holes and entered her cunt, filling her womb with all of his seed. Tully ended with a little suck on Catelyn’s breast again, unable to stop himself from tasting her sweet milk.
“You’ve continued the Stark bloodline, aye,” ended her brother as he was putting on his clothes and leaving the room, “but you need to think about us Tullys as well”.
She nodded, knowing he was right.