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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire, game_of_thrones
  Relationship:
      Catelyn_Stark/Sansa_Stark, Catelyn_Stark/Arya_Stark, Catelyn_Stark/Ned
      Stark_(mentioned), Catelyn_Stark/Hodor, Catelyn_Stark/Arya_Stark/Sansa
      Stark, Sansa_Stark/Arya_Stark
  Character:
      Catelyn_Stark, Arya_Stark, Sansa_Stark, Ned_Stark, Hodor
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Mother-Daughter_incest, Sister_Incest, Threesomes, Lesbian
      Threesome, Older_Woman/Younger_Woman, Older_Woman/Younger_Man,
      Infidelity, Seduction, Mommy_Kink, somewhat_dubious_consent, Mentioned
      beastiality, Consensual_Underage_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_Fetish
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-22 Words: 2200
****** Soothe the Wrath and Tame the Fury ******
by StannisTheMannis
Summary
     Catelyn Stark is desperate.
     Lord Eddard hasn't been providing her the care and affection she
     needs, and now he's away on business, and Catelyn is feeling lonely,
     unloved, and abandoned.
     But she might find what she's looking for in a very unexpected
     place...
     (Unless you read the tags in which case it's pretty clear)
Catelyn Stark was not having a good day.
Ned was away at Dreadfort meeting with Lord Bolton, and it had been more than a
week since they had seen each other. And even before he left, the Lord of
Winterfell had acted strangely distant. Though they still shared a bed, he
showed no interest in sex, and Catelyn was beginning to become frustrated.
Very frustrated.
It wasn't fair, she thought to herself, that the husband could have his wife
whenever and however he wanted, even if she wasn't in the mood, and yet when
the wife was in the mood and the husband wasn't, there was nothing she could do
about it.
A guard walked past, young and tall and muscular, bowing his head respectfully
as he passed, and Catelyn stopped in her tracks, an idea suddenly popping into
her head.
"Wait," she blurted out, before she could stop herself. The guard turned back
to her, puzzled.
"What is it, Lady Catelyn?" he asked, and Catelyn blushed scarlet. She wished
that she had never said anything. But it was too late to back down now.
"Well," Catelyn began, taking a deep breath, "I was wondering if you'd like to
join me, for... a walk."
"A walk, my lady? Do you- oh." The guard's eyes widened as he realized why
Catelyn looked so nervous, and he shook his head quickly. "My lady, I- It's not
right."
"Please?" she begged, not caring how desperate she sounded. There was a fire
inside her, getting stronger every day, and if she didn't release it Catelyn
didn't know what would happen. "What Eddard doesn't know can't hurt him. And,
if you say yes, I'll let... I'll let you do anything you want to me."
The young man's eyes flickered over Catelyn's body, looking at her wide hips,
thin waist, and firm but soft and plump breasts pushed up by her tight corset.
Catelyn smiled, thinking that that the guard was about to give in, but instead
he just shook his head again.
"I'm sorry. No. I have to go now."
He turned, and almost sprinted away, clearly eager to be away from her. Angry
and still uncomfortably warm inside, Catelyn stormed towards the stables,
praying to the Seven that she would find what she was looking for there.
And indeed, she did. Standing in the stables, carrying a massive bale of hay
under each arm, was Hodor, the dim witted stable boy. He was seven feet tall,
and as massive as a bear, but there was an innocence in his eyes, one Catelyn
found almost sweet.
"Hello, Hodor," she called out, and Hodor turned to her.
"Hodor!" he replied with a smile, and Catelyn had to laugh as she approached
him.
"Hodor," she said slowly, walking towards him, "I was wondering... have you
ever been with a woman?"
Hodor's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Hodor?"
"Because I've got an itch," continued Catelyn, aware of how much she sounded
like a common whore and not caring enough to stop, "That I just can't scratch
all by myself. And I was thinking that maybe, you could help. After all, you're
so big and strong..."
She reached out and placed a hand on the front of his pants, grinning in
satisfaction as she felt the cock underneath begin to harden. And it was big,
bigger than she could've imagined, at least nine inches and getting longer
every second...
There was a wild look in Hodor's eyes, and beads of sweat were dripping down
his forehead.
The poor thing still doesn't understand, thought Catelyn sadly. Maybe I can
change that.
She got down to her knees, not caring that she kneeling in mud, and reached out
to Hodor's pants.
"Hodor!" he shouted, whether in fear or anger Catelyn could not tell, and the
giant man ran past her, slamming the door to the stable shut as he left through
it.
"Am I really so disgusting," sighed Catelyn to herself, "That no man would want
to be with me?"
And then she noticed a chestnut-colored stallion in a stable nearby, chewing on
hay disinterestedly, with a colossal cock even longer than Hodor's, and thicker
too...
"What's wrong with me?" muttered Catelyn, as she turned away and left the
stables, the horse watching her leave.
By the time she reached the castle, Catelyn was starting to become angry. Her
dress was wrinkled, the front covered in mud, and her hair was messy. She knew
she did not look how the Lady of Winterfell should, nor did she act how the
Lady of Winterfell should, and so perhaps she should just go to her room and
spend the rest of her time in solace, until Ned returned... so she could once
again be refused what she so desperately craved...
But I still have a job to do, Catelyn reminded herself, as she walked through
the halls of the castle. I'm not just a wife and a lady, I'm a mother too.
And if on cue, the sound of screams echoed through the corridors, and Catelyn
rolled her eyes as she marched off in the direction from which they came.
"That was my doll!" Sansa was shrieking, as Arya inspected a little wooden doll
with its head missing. "You had no right to take it!"
"I was playing fetch with Nymeria," the younger girl replied with a shrug. "And
aren't you a little to old for dolls anyway?"
"I'm going to tell mother what you did," said Sansa, smiling cruelly. "You're
going to get in so much trouble. That's what you get for being so... so... so
unladylike!"
She spat out the last word like it was the worst insult she could think of, and
inspire of herself, Arya felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"Well," she replied, trying not to cry, "I'm going to get you in trouble too!"
"For what?" laughed Sansa.
"For being so stupid!" Arya shouted, wishing she had had more time to think of
a better retort.
"Ahem."
Both girl turned slowly, hearts pounding, eyes wide with terror, as they saw
their lady mother standing at the end of the hallway, hands on her hips,
clearly furious. Catelyn looked completely disheveled, though neither of them
was going to tell her that.
Catelyn looked from Arya to Sansa, and back to Arya. Both girls were standing
there silently, heads down, eyes on the floor, faces red with embarrassment.
And Catelyn almost smiled as she realized an option she hadn't even considered.
"Arya," said Catelyn sternly, striding towards her youngest daughter. "Come
with me."
She grabbed Arya's shirt collar and dragged her into her bedroom.
"But it's not fair! Sansa started it!" shouted Arya, and Catelyn looked back at
the other girl. Sansa was smirking as she watched her sister get dragged away,
and Catelyn decided she would deal with her as well. But for now...
Catelyn closed the door to Arya's bedroom, locking it after a moment's thought.
"You can't punish me," said Arya angrily. "It's Sansa's fault! She doesn't even
like the doll, she just wanted to get me in trouble!"
Sitting down on the side of the bed, Catelyn patted her lap. Arya hesitated,
then walked over and bent over her mother's knees, sticking her backside up
into the air. Catelyn pulled up the girl's skirt, revealing her bare ass. It
was surprisingly plump and rounded for someone so young, and Catelyn stroked
it, feeling its softness, before raising her hand and bringing it down hard.
Smack!
"Ah!" gasped Arya, surprised.
Smiling to herself, her cunt beginning to grow wet, Catelyn smacked the pale
flesh once more, harder this time.
Smack!
"Not so hard," whined Arya, but Catelyn couldn't stop even if she wanted to.
She spanked her daughter again, and again, and again, watching with delight as
the white skin began to turn red.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Tears streamed down Arya's face as she sobbed, and Catelyn felt herself
becoming even more aroused.
"Please, mother," Arya cried. "It hurts!"
"I know it does," said Catelyn softly, as she pinched one of Arya's ass cheeks,
mesmerized by how it jiggled when she gave it a little shake. "But you're a big
girl now, aren't you, Arya? You're not a baby anymore."
Catelyn slowly moved her hand down Arya's ass, and her daughter's entire body
went rigid as the older woman touched her cunt.
"You're my big girl," finished Catelyn, as without warning she pushed a finger
into the warm pink folds of Arya's sex.
"Ohhh gods," moaned Arya, looking up at Catelyn, who grinned, before suddenly
kissing her lips. Arya's eyes widened in shock, then slowly closed, as her
mother kissed her deeply, invading the younger girl's mouth with her tongue,
sliding another finger into her cunt.
Outside the room, Sansa crept closer to the door. There were strange sounds
coming from her sister's bedroom, familiar sounds... but no, it couldn't be.
Arya moaned into Catelyn's mouth, reaching up and grabbing a plump breast,
holding it tightly. Catelyn tugged down the front of her corset, and one of her
tits popped out, wonderfully fat and yet still nicely firm. Breaking the kiss,
Arya bent down, and took the puffy pink nipple in her mouth, licking the tip,
lightly nipping at the sensitive flesh, and Catelyn rammed a third finger into
her daughter's cunt, impossibly tight and incredibly wet.
At the same time, Sansa stood by the door, pressing an ear to the wood. She
heard a strange squelching, one that reminded her of the noises she would
sometimes here coming from her parent's bedroom, or Theon's, but different
somehow. And she could hear her mother's voice too, the Lady of Winterfell
sounding out of breath.
"Yes. Yesss. Just like that."
Sansa realized she too was breathing deeply, and her forehead felt hot, as if
she had a fever. Barely even knowing what she was doing, Sansa slowly slipped a
finger underneath her dress, trying hard to stay quiet.
Catelyn was on her back now, lying on the bed as her daughter bent over her,
suckling on her breasts like she had when she was young, the older woman
fingering the cunt of the younger one with glee. Arya tried to stay strong, but
with each sudden movement of the fingers buried in her sex, she felt a painful
burst of arousal, getting stronger and stronger each time, and she knew she
couldn't last much longer.
"You're close," whispered Catelyn. "Don't fight it any longer. Just... come."
And Arya screamed as her climax overtook her, flowing through her body like a
flood, and her cunt clenched down on Catelyn's fingers as she came.
When she was done, Arya collapsed next to her mother, still shaking from the
force of her orgasm, and Catelyn raised her hand to Arya's mouth, fingers
drenched in sticky whiteness. Without a word, Arya opened her mouth and closed
it around the fingers, sucking the come from them hungrily as Catelyn watched,
seeing for the first time how beautiful her little girl truly was.
Outside, Sansa was listening in as she played with her own cunt, fingers moving
fast. She'd done so before, of course, but never like this. Never out in the
open. Never while listening to her mother and her sister-
"Oh!" she cried out suddenly, finally reaching her orgasm as she thought of
what exactly was going on inside the room. The waves of pleasure were
overpowering, overwhelming, and Sansa felt tears on her eyes while she rocked
back and forth. Then she was finished, and as the euphoria and fog of bliss
lifted, Sansa realized how loud she had been, and how the noise coming from the
room had stopped completely.
"Sansa," her mother called from the room, voice sounding strange. "Come in
here."
And, seeing no other option, Sansa got to her feet, smoothed out her skirt, and
took a deep breath before entering Arya's bedroom.
Inside, her mother and sister stood side by side, both fully nude. Arya's body
was small and tight, with a hairless cunt and little breasts as small as a
boy's topped with the tiniest of nipples. Catelyn, on the other hand, was curvy
and buxom, with long legs, a plump ass, and juicy round tits.
Sansa didn't know who she hungered for more, but luckily, she didn't have to
choose. Before she even knew what was happening, the naked women moved to her
sides, and then Catelyn was kissing her neck and reaching under her skirt,
groping Sansa's ass, as Arya untied her sister's corset, exposing the older
girl's still developing breasts, which were large enough for her age to attract
the eyes of all the local boys. And apparently, some of the girls as well.
And later, when Sansa was kneeling in front of her mother, eating out the older
woman like she was starving for her cunt, and Arya was sitting behind her
sister, reaching around and fingering Sansa as she squeezed her soft round
breasts, Catelyn smiled as she realized that she'd never have to depend on
Eddard for the comfort she so desperately craved ever again.
After all, you should never send a man to do a girl's work.
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