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1. Hatred of the bastard

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Published:2021-09-23Updated:2023-07-25Words:271,706Chapters:56/?Comments:509Kudos:1,150Bookmarks:152Hits:152,565

The lust of the dragon wolf

Aexis

Summary:

Catelyn hates her husband's bastard, she hates that he's better than Robb, she hates that he's good with a sword, and what she hates most about the bastard is how people keep saying he has wolf blood like Brandon.

Notes:

This story came to me while I was watching a LoL hentai, to be more exact, Kyonyuu Kazoku Saimin, and another one that came to mind about a Japanese man and his Russian stepmother and her sisters.

The ages here are different

Jon 16 almost 17

Robb 16 almost 17

Sansa just turned 15

Arya 13

Bran 12

Rickon 11

Why the ages, well for convenience

Chapter 1 : Hatred of the Bastard

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Catelyn hated the bastard with all her being, his mere existence a reminder that her husband had been unfaithful to her with another woman, and a beautiful one at that. Probably with a highborn man. She had heard the rumors that the bastard's mother was Ashara Dayne. Catelyn had not been blind, she had seen the dances Ned and Ashara shared at Harrenhall. Her husband denied she was the mother, but Catelyn knew that bitch had been the woman who had slept with her husband; she was a Dornish whore after all.

Ashara Dayne had been a very beautiful woman with long brown hair, long legs, full lips, large breasts and what most attracted attention were her violet eyes, all the men had been captivated by Starfall's beauty, even her then fiancé Brandon Stark.

The bastard had inherited the Stark appearance like his father, grey eyes like the sword of the Stark house sword "ice" (he thanked the gods that he had not inherited his mother's eyes, that would be more insulting to her.) dark hair and a sharp face, but he had also inherited his mother's beauty, high cheekbones, her curls, full lips and a great height, the bastard was slender and not robust like the Starks, the maids of the castle and Wintertown were melting for the beauty of the bastard and whispered that he was the most beautiful man they had ever seen.

Catelyn had reprimanded every handmaid who dared to say that, threatening to dismiss them if she heard them say that again, she wasn't going to let the bastard know that women were falling all over themselves for him.

The bastard had not only inherited his mother and Stark's beauty, but also his uncle Ser Arthur Dayne's talent with the sword, much to Catelyn's displeasure. At the age of seven he had begun training with weapons alongside her son Robb under the tutelage of Ser Rodirk. She had begged her lord husband not to allow the bastard to take up a sword or learn to read, fearing that he would try to usurp his half-brother when they were older.

But her husband had scolded her and told her that the bastard would take the same classes as his son Robb and they would both learn to fight, she had gritted her teeth and her knuckles had turned white when she heard that, her husband had dedicated himself to embarrassing her more and more.

The more they trained the bastard the more he learned, Ser Rodrik congratulated him every time he proved to be a great swordsman, since he was a child the bastard moved with elegance when he fought, he was much more good than his son Robb, he had tried to threaten the bastard to bring him back to his reality, no matter how good he was at fighting and how much everyone praised him for it. But he was always going to be a bastard and will live under the shadow of his brother and lord Robb, she had threatened to throw him out of the castle if he told her husband.

And what happened next was the worst, the next morning when both children were training the bastard had broken Robb's hand with his sword, she knew that the boy had done it on purpose, but her husband and Ser Rodrik had told her that these things happened, she had intended to hit him with the wooden sword too but her husband had caught her with sword in hand once she went to the bastard's room.

“What the hell were you supposed to do with that Catelyn?” Her husband had asked her with fury in his voice.

“The bastard broke the hand of your son, your heir, and I will not allow such humiliation for the next lord of the North,” Catelyn told him.

“Jon is my son and I will not allow such aggression against my blood, what will the lords of the north say when they know that the lady of Winterfell beats an eight-day-old child just because he broke her brother's hand, if you can't accept that Jon is good at something, if you try to make our son Robb oppose and hate his brother, then Robb does not deserve to be the next lord of the north” - Her husband had said and that terrified her, how dare he say such a thing about his son, how could he even think such a thing about disinheriting his true son, that had been the second greatest humiliation of her life, after that she did not try to hit the bastard again, but she did humiliate him emotionally, there were no days of name for the bastard, she reminded him that he was a snow and would never have a home or a land to live in and ordered that the septa make their children see that bastards are bad.

When the bastard and Robb were ten days old, her husband gave them each a steed, a dun one for Robb and a black one for the bastard. His son Robb had had a little difficulty riding a horse bigger than his pony, but after a few minutes he learned and it was one of the most beautiful emotions in life, seeing his son grow up. His daughter Sansa did not like riding the pony and she was still very small.

Her husband helped the bastard onto the horse and any happiness he had felt vanished at the sight of that child, as soon as he mounted the horse he began to ride all over the yard as if he had been born on the horse, he galloped as if he had been born to do so.

“Jon reminds me of your brother Brandon, he has wolf blood like Brandon and Lyanna”— Old Nan had said to Ned.

Catelyn had been offended to hear that from the old woman, how dare she even compare a good man like Brandon to a bastard, neither her son nor her husband had bothered with the bastard's riding, Robb had seen him as a rival and her husband had looked at the bastard with affection and sadness,

"Do you remember the bastard's mother? " she had wondered when she saw the sadness on her husband's face.

As the years passed people still said that the bastard was more Stark than most of his children, Catelyn wanted to have everyone who said that whipped, but a part of her knew they were right, the bastard and his daughter Arya were the most Stark of all, dark hair and grey eyes, people said that his youngest daughter looked like Lyanna Stark, her husband and her brother Benjen had been charmed by Arya more than any of their children, Catelyn knew that Arya was her husband's favorite even if he didn't say so and to Benjen it was the bastard and his daughter.

“ The boy has wolf blood like Brandon,” Benjen told her husband one time when she was staying at the castle. She had to stifle an insult towards her brother-in-law when she heard him say that.

“ What do they know about Brandon?”  she said to herself as they ate.

“Aye, he acts too much like Brandon and Lyanna,” her husband replied with a sad look as he looked at the tables below where the bastard was, he was never allowed to eat at the high tables.

Catelyn wondered why people kept saying the bastard had wolf blood, they never told Robb or any of his other true sons, it was always for the bastard, Robb was also like his uncle Brandon, charming, a good fighter and he was very good with words like Brandon who made you blush like a maiden with his words.

But the bastard was serious and smiled very little, unlike Brandon. Most of the time he was calm and spent his time riding, training with his sword or sharpening it. The only thing that could say that he resembled Brandon was his explosive temper and that women were crazy about him.

The bastard and the Greyjoy never got along, they have always been fighting against each other, mostly Theon who constantly insulted the boy calling him a bastard, but when the bastard was fifteen, the squid insulted his mother and that was the moment when the wolf broke loose, he hit her husband's ward and left him in such bad condition that he had to stay in bed for several days, that fight reminded him of when little Petyr and Brandon had fought, Ned had had a long talk with the bastard and he was furious with his father for defending the Greyjoy instead of him.

 When the bastard was sixteen Jeyne Poole was in love with the bastard she had seen the look of adoration that Vayon Poole's daughter had towards the bastard, she looked at him as if he were a prince and the bastard knew it, Catelyn and the septa had ordered Jeyne that he was forbidden to approach the bastard.

As the days passed, he wanted to know more and more why people said the bastard had wolf blood. He spied on him from afar, watched every movement, and it was always the same question.

“How is he like Brandon?”

She knows that the bastard visits the town's brothel just like her son and the Greyjoy, Catelyn is no fool, she has heard the maids say that Ros does not charge the bastard for his service, she hears them murmur about whether he is an excellent lover so that the whores do not charge him.

She asks herself the question: Will the bastard be as good in bed? And as quickly as she asks the question, guilt hits her. She's never thought about another man, and she would never cheat on her husband with another man, much less a bastard.

She and her husband are on the balcony watching their son Robb teach his little brother how to shoot an archery, her son strings the bow and when he shoots the arrow it deviates making her son Robb mock, the other laugh is the bastard's and it was a playful laugh that fills the yard. She has never paid attention to the bastard's voice or laugh, but his laugh is quiet and reminds her a bit of Brandon, she closes her eyes a little and can hear Brandon laughing with a mug of beer in his left hand.

As soon as she opens her eyes she sees her husband and he must have thought the same thing as her, because it seems like she's seeing a ghost in front of her, when she looks down at the courtyard she sees that the bastard is looking at them. Her husband doesn't smile at the bastard and neither does she, but the bastard looks at them and gives them a mocking smile and it makes her blood boil with anger, how dare he smile at the lord and lady of Winterfell.

As soon as she gives the bastard a look of hatred an arrow comes out from the bottom and it is her daughter Arya who shot it, the laughter of Robb and the bastard floods the courtyard and she has had enough of this today.

He spends the rest of the day away from the bastard who doesn't want to know anything about him, he has spent the last moon watching him and monitoring everything he does, he already knows his schedule, he knows what time he goes out to the yard to train and what time he goes to bed, and he knows when he goes out to the city to fuck whores.

But it's still on her mind, how is he like Brandon? In appearance he is not, the bastard looks like Ned and is much more handsome and taller than any Stark, she hates him with all her being but she has to accept that the bastard is very handsome. She has seen his temper and agrees with Brandon, he is also stubborn to the point of contradicting his own lord father and that has earned him Ned to beat him for disobeying him, he is also wild on horseback since he was little, he is an excellent swordsman and according to Ser Rodrik he could be the best in the North and some commoners say he could be the next Ser Arthur Dayne reborn.

When dinner time comes, his whole family is at the high table and when he looks for the bastard at the tables below he sees that he is not there, he wonders where the bastard has gone, he is always at dinners looking towards them with the desire to be among them but now he is not there, Robb and Arya notice the absence of their half-brother and their eldest son says something to the Greyjoy that makes him laugh.

“Robb, where is Jon?” Arya asked her brother.

Robb struggled not to laugh at his sister's question.

“Most likely he’s inside Estella,” the Greyjoy muttered, believing that no one heard him, and when Robb hits him under the table, he knows that everyone heard him.

“I don’t know Arya, he’ll probably be around and have dinner later tonight,” Robb said.

Catelyn knows who Estella is, a servant with honey-colored hair and green eyes, one of those who sleeps with the bastard, no servant says about who sleeps with the bastard, they all pretend not to know who has been in their bed when asked and therefore cannot know if it is true enough to fire them, not even Robb tells her who they are, the only time they have heard of a servant is Estella who escaped from Robb's lips once when they were training in the courtyard, the bastard had gotten angry with Robb and Theon had gotten upset saying that he had tried to fuck her for half a year and never succeeded, if she has to recognize something to the bastard is that he has never boasted about which women he sleeps with.

That night her husband tells her that he will march towards White Harbor with his son Robb and Theon Greyjoy, but he never mentions that he will take the bastard with him and that infuriates her.

“What about Jon Snow?” She asks, trying not to sound upset with the bastard because otherwise her husband will defend him.

“Jon will stay here in Winterfell while I'm gone. He's a quiet boy, he won't cause you any problems, and above all, he'll stay out of your sight. You won't notice his presence,” her husband assures her, but that doesn't reassure her.

“I don’t want him in this castle, I want him away from my children, I want him away from Winterfell,” she hisses as she tries not to start a fight with her husband.

Her husband looks at her confused when she says those words and feels more and more humiliated that Ned does more for his bastard than for his own family.

“Who do you think gives you the right to decide who leaves the castle or who stays?” Ned asked, raising his voice in the room.

“I am the lady of this castle, the lady of Winterfell Catelyn Stark, I can also decide here”—she answers raising her voice like Ned.

“You are a Stark by name not by blood, you are a fish not a wolf, Jon is half Stark, he has my blood and he has the blood of Benjen, Brandon and Lyanna in his veins, he has the blood of my father and my father's father, he does not have the name Stark but he is one by blood and above all he has the blood of……….”— Ned does not say who else the bastard has blood of, but Catelyn does not need to know who he means, the bastard has the blood of the Daynes.

She and Ned argue all night about the bastard and about the bastard's mother, Ned leaves the room and she is left alone crying bitterly, how she wishes she had married Brandon, he would not have allowed this type of humiliation towards her, Brandon would never have fathered a bastard, Catelyn loves Ned because he had given her five beautiful children, but she would never love him as she did Brandon, she never gave herself to Ned as she would have done with Brandon, she would have given her all to her wild wolf, she would have given herself body and soul to Brandon and she would have given every part of her body to Brandon something she never did with Ned, if he still loved Ashara Dayne she loves Brandon a million times more.

The next morning they say goodbye to her husband and son, she is still upset with Ned for the argument last night, both said things that hurt each other, she knows that Ned doesn't care how much she loves Brandon and that is what infuriates her, she has nothing to make Ned suffer, but she is eaten up with anger and wants to throw Ashara Dayne to the ground just imagining that she slept with her husband, she never did much with Brandon since her father did not allow it, Hoster Tully wanted her to arrive chaste and virgin to marriage.

Sansa is crying because she cannot go with her father to White Harbor and Catelyn comforts her little daughter who is now ten and five, a young woman who has not yet blossomed, but she knows that when she does, hundreds of lords will ask for her hand in marriage and even a prince.

The bastard hugs his father goodbye and can hear Ned telling him to take care of his family and not cause any trouble for her or Sansa and to do everything he's told to do and Catelyn can't help but roll her eyes.

“Of course Lord Stark, I will not cause any trouble to Lady Stark”—the bastard replied with his deep voice and northern accent and he can't help but feel a chill down his spine.

Once her husband is gone she's in charge of the castle and she'll let the bastard know who's in charge here, she'll let him know he doesn't have a home.

She sees the bastard out of the corner of her eye and he has a smile on his face and his grey eyes look at the horses getting further and further away and she can't help but wonder what he's thinking.

She spends the rest of the day at her husband's manor doing accounts and in the afternoon she supervises her children and her feet hurt from the long walks, the bastard helps Ser and Rodrik with Bran's training, soon she will let him know that she is the one in charge of this castle, she humiliated him as a child, she will do it again as an adult.

At dinner he is with his children and it is the quietest moment of the day, his son Bran does not stop talking about the bastard and about how he is being taught to fight with the sword, soon his daughter Arya also speaks with pride of her half-brother and fury does not take long to take possession of her.

“Arya, can you shut up for five minutes about that bastard of a father,” Sansa says. She seemed so annoyed with Arya.

“You’re just mad that Jon is more handsome and talented than Wayman Royce,” Arya shouted angrily at her sister, and that raised Catelyn’s curiosity.

Her daughter seems embarrassed by what her sister just said, “What do you mean by that Arya?” Catelyn asked a little alarmed.

“She’s just being a stupid mother, she doesn’t know what she’s saying,” Sansa replied, looking at her daughter a little nervously.

“Of course not, Jeyne Poole said that Jon was more beautiful and handsome than Wayman Royce and you said it wasn't true because you were in love with Royce”— Arya declared and the table fell into an awkward silence upon hearing that, her daughter Sansa was red with embarrassment when it was revealed that she was in love with Wayman Royce and she quickly worried about her daughter's hymen.

I remembered Yohn Roice's son as a young man of eighteen, attractive and slender with grey eyes, but he was also arrogant to the point of annoying others.

“Sansa, haven’t you given your virginity to that man?” I asked, fearful of her daughter’s response.

“No, mother, I would never dishonor myself in that way!” Sansa assured, as red as her hair.

“Well, I would expect nothing less from a young woman such as yourself, but I will tell Maester Luwin to inspect you just to be sure,” Catelyn said as she returned to her dinner.

Once she arrived at her rooms she undid the braids of her hair and let it flow freely down her back, she took off her dress and carefully put it away, she stood completely naked in her room and looked at herself in the mirror, she was thirty-three days old and had not a single wrinkle on her face, there was not a single gray hair in her hair and her breasts were still firm and a little large after giving birth to five children, in the same way her hips had widened from giving birth, she no longer had the light and innocence as when she was a maiden, now she had another type of beauty, the beauty of a woman.

She put on her night shift and a robe to cover her from the cold, her feet hurt with every step she took, she called a servant and ordered him to bring Jon Snow, show the bastard that she was the owner of the castle and he was only one bastard, she poured herself a glass of wine and drank it while she waited for the bastard, the wine hit her quickly and with the second glass it clouded her judgment a little.

“Did Lady Stark call me?” The bastard’s voice echoed in the room as he opened the door.

“Get in you bastard,” she ordered as she sat on the chair in her room, looking so confident that she would soon be taken away from him.

“What do you need me for?”— The bastard asked once he was standing in front of her.

“Kneel,” Catelyn ordered, she wasn’t going to let a bastard look down on her.

“Excuse me,” said the bastard, confused.

“Are you deaf or something? I ordered you to kneel, not look down on me,” Catelyn declared as she took a sip of wine.

“ Gods, how my feet hurt,” she thought as the bastard knelt in front of her.

“What did your father order you?” Catelyn asked the bastard once he was kneeling.

“Not to bother you and I will follow any order you give me”—the bastard replied, looking at him closely she could see that he was a beautiful man, she could understand why women melted for him, if she were a young girl she would do it too.

“It is correct, you will do anything I order you whether you like it or not, after all you are a bastard, we will be two moons in this castle and I do not want to find out that you slept with a maid of the castle or that you went to the city to fuck some whore, I know your schedule bastard and I will not tolerate you further sullying your father's honor, I only see that you went to the city to get a whore and I will make sure that your father sends you away from this castle.” — Catelyn threatened the bastard and he seemed surprised.

“As you command my lady, I will not fuck the maids or whores, I see that I have been on your mind all this moon”— Said the bastard mockingly.

She slapped him when he said those words, she was not going to tolerate any kind of mockery towards her.

“Who do you think you are, saying such a thing? You dirty bastard will do whatever I want, you heard me?” I hissed angrily.

“I’m sorry Lady Stark, is there anything this bastard can do for you?” The bastard asked, his voice echoing around the room.

“Yes, if you can do something for me, massage my feet”— He ordered while stretching his feet towards the bastard, this was a show of humiliation towards the bastard.

“As you command my lady”— Jon said as he took her left foot and began to massage it, the bastard's toes were firm and calloused from years of wielding the sword, he gave a moan of satisfaction when he rubbed his thumb on the sole of her foot, Jon had experience doing this and massaged the right places.

“

“You are my servant Jon”— Catelyn said as you looked down and the bastard looked at her confused while massaging his right foot.

“Don’t look me in the eyes, continue, focus on my feet.” He ordered while taking another sip of wine, he gave another long sigh as he massaged his right foot.

“You are my servant for two moons, you will do everything I say, you understand,” Catelyn declared with a small moan of satisfaction.

“Yes, my lady,” Jon replied in a deeper voice.

“Are you very good at this, where did you learn?” Catelyn asked, looking at Jon’s face.

“I don’t think he’ll like my answer,” the bastard replied with a mocking smile and that annoyed her, he was supposed to be humiliated, not enjoying this.

“You think this is funny? Kiss my feet, you damn bastard,” Catelyn ordered, annoyed at the bastard.

“As my lady commands”— Said the bastard and kissed her right foot while looking into her eyes as if he was challenging her, Catelyn couldn't help but let out an involuntary moan when she felt Jon's mouth against her foot, Jon licked between her toes and ran his tongue between each of her toes slowly, then put her foot in his mouth and played with her toes.

“You fucking bastard,” she moaned as she took her foot out of his mouth and put it on his face.

“Smell it,” Catelyn ordered as she ran her foot all over his face, Jon’s breath and tongue felt all over her foot and tickled her.

Then she removed her foot and placed the other against his mouth and Jon began to work on that kiss. He licked and sucked each of her toes, with a cunning as if he were an expert at it, the boy took both feet in his firm hands and placed them on his face and took a deep breath between them and began to lick between the soles of her feet, she had begun to breathe heavily, the glass of wine had been finished for a long time and now she was touching her womanhood while she watched as Jon licked and sucked her foot.

When he regained his composure he removed his feet from his face and quickly shoved his saliva-filled left foot into Jon's mouth, causing the bastard to raise his face with his foot in his mouth.

“You dirty bastard, you'll do everything I tell you to do, you heard me?” he said between moans and heavy breathing, the wine had taken effect so long ago that he didn't know what was happening.

“As you wish my lady”— Jon replied with his foot inside her mouth and that made her sigh.

“Brandon,” Catelyn moaned as he touched her clit, and the bastard pulled his saliva-filled foot out of her mouth and looked at her in confusion.

The realization of what they were doing hit her hard and her eyes opened so wide she felt like they were going to pop out, she placed her feet on the cold floor and noticed they were covered in saliva and slippery, both she and Jon were breathing heavily and all over Jon's face was her saliva and his cheeks were flushed.

“Get out!” Catelyn ordered furiously and the bastard stood up and quickly left the room.

“ What have I done, he heard my moans and heard me moan Brandon's name”— Catelyn thought as she walked barefoot on the cold floor of the room, her small clothes were soaked in her juices and she had only kissed his feet.

If he entered the castle where the bastard had been kissing and sucking the Lady of Winterfell's feet, it would be a disaster, he had to shut the bastard up.

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