Lady Catelyn Stark walked through a pair of wooden doors during the hour of the wolf a full moon floated in the sky occasionally obscured by clouds, infront of her was a house made of Glass.
She had come to observe the flora and calm her mind, it was the only place to do so In Winterfell. Another pair of doors flung open to allow Lady stark to pass, this time it allowed her to pass into the Green house.
Thick bushels of flowers and other exotic plants sat in large wooden boxes the length of a man, the width was comparable to half her wingspan. There was a distance between each box, there were garden beds on each side against the glass walls and one in the middle, this pattern of boxes repeated 20 different times
She walked through the rows running her hands on the dewy plants, the air was humid and warm much more comparable to the Riverlands.
She was about walk past a row of Winter roses when she heard something to her south west.
"There you are whore, your late, I think you deserve a punishment"
Before she could turn to see who it was, somebody grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her onto the thicket of dewy winter roses. Her unrestrained breasts freely jiggled slapping ever so slightly against her Night gown,she let out a little yelp.
Something hard pressed through leather onto the back of her bare thighs. She was not un-experienced in these sorts of things, she knew what it was. A part of her was about to flail and scream out but a larger part of her wanted to get back at Ned, he hadn't touched her in Three, almost 4 years, not since they conceived Rickon.
She turned her head her cheekbones pressed down onto the roses. Catelyn's cascading auburn hair hid her face from veiw a part of it was held down taut by her 'assailant' but she could still see through it. It was Theon who held her down, he had a devilish grin on his face, it was devil like but not malicious.
One of his hands left her shoulders letting hair fall down and obscure her veiw. She felt his body pull back slightly to give himself room for something. Then his legs pressed against hers once more and something thick plopped down betwixt her... cheeks. She could feel every inch of it through her thin nightgown.
A primal heat coiled into her lower abdomen as she felt him reposition it once more at her exposed pussy. Catelyn remembered then that she had forgotten to put on her small clothes.
Lady stark couldn't tell its exact size but it was larger then Ned in both categories, length and girth.
Catelyn felt the heat coming off it as it sat at her dripping entrance, pressure built up in her the warm air didn't help. Both his hands move the top of her wide hips using her, ample to say the least, curves to help him thrust.
Just before he thrust in, one of his hands pulled off her hips. He slapped her left ass cheek, she let the built up pleasure escape her into the form of a moan. Then he thrust into her wet entrance, not to the hilt, and trusted harder this time getting fully in.
"You feel tighter then usual"
'This felt so good' she thought as he continually thruster into her, slowly adjusting to the feel of her.
Just the thought, she let out a moan of pure ecstasy.
"You're so good Ros" Theon moaned out in return, like two wolves howling in the moonlight. Theon's thrusting mixed with her shifting had lifted her off the ground, her toes hung inches off the granite floor.
He hands ran up and down her curvy sides, they were currently groping at her shaking breasts. Her hands groped back grabbing onto his hips and thrusting him into her. Love jucies ran down her legs, like a waterfall they rushed down her legs, down every crease and crevice before dripping off her toe onto the stone floor.
He slowed down for a moment and she yelled at him in between exasperated moans as immense pleasure over took her.
"KEEP.... GOING... Theonnnn..."
She squirted girl-cum down his legs and hers, only moments later he returned the favor. She went limp as she was pinned onto the garden beds, her face was partially stained in green from the chlorophyll of the Winter roses. Her auburn hair was wet from dew and sweat.
"Your, this was the best time I've ever had Ros..."
Theon said as he teailed off from lack of breath and he was still trying to process this up-jump in skill from Ros. Deep down he knew Ros didn't find much pleasure in their meetings, the most pleasure she got from them were collecting the silver, but now, sheesh...
He pulled out of her his dick covered in a mixture of juices, he stumbled backwards onto a chair he had previously crouched besides. He panted and stared at the sight infront of him. Her redddend cunt and curvy bottom, and the juices dripping down her and adding to the puddle below in slow drips.
Ros's ass looked a little weird now that he really looked at it, it was much more curvaceous and more firm than he remembered. His mind wandered off and so did 'Ros' as she stood up and walked away with a pronounced limp looking away from him. 'Maybe she didn't want to except I'm the best at pleasuring women'
Her roughend hair swayed with each unbalanced step.
Theon just sat there, and a few minutes later he heard the door open once more and he watched as ros walked back in and approached him, but she didn't have a limp.
Huh?
"Why are you looking at me like that Theon? I told you I'd be late last time, don't you remember?"
"Huh?"
Is the only thing he could think of too reply