9 Chapter 9: Key To The North, The Riverlands, The Vale I

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Joffrey eventually freed Catelyn from the restraints. But, when she attempted to stand up, she almost fell forward face first.

"Slowly, my lady." Joffrey hastily helped, but in doing so, he 'mistakenly' stopped her fall with a palm on her womanly soft breast. It felt like warm silk, compressing against his palm. "You have a fever."

"K-Keep your hands awa—" Catelyn tried to resist his mistaken touch but lost her voice midway as the fatigue and the cold finally got to her. Having been naked and on her knees for so long, her condition was unstable.

Joffrey made a worried expression and suddenly yanked the furry cloak from her shoulders, leaving the Stark matriarch completely naked, her beautiful peaks and the hidden pink slit exposed, all for him to look at. But he didn't, and wrapped one arm around her shoulder and helped her to his bed.

"The cloak is wet from your sweat, my lady. Please rest under the fresh quilt." He acted like a King should. Respectful, kind, and noble—hiding the true feelings deep within as a politician should. "Here, my lady."

His hands slid down from Catelyn's shoulder modestly and rested on her waist before going further down and palming her well-maintained ass. However, he didn't knead it, merely ushering the woman onto the bed.

She was in a daze, eyes half open, and her breath ragged. Joffrey tucked her in the bed neatly, putting layers of warm quilts as it was somewhat cold in the Riverlands. Then he picked up some medicine from the side table and fed her before joining her in the bed.

Can't have only one of us without robes. He muttered and discarded his breaches as well, letting his semi-hard manhood dangle. Already naked from above except for the bandages, he quickly slid under the same quilt.

"Hmm?" The woman seemed somewhat aware and tried to look to her side. "Ned?"

Dammit, she still hasn't forgotten that buffoon. This is going to be hard.

"Please be well, my lady." Joffrey maintained expressions of worry and checked her forehead for a fever. In doing so, he slid so close to her body that when he rested sideways, facing her straight body, his cock brushed against the side of her legs.

She still has a fever. Joffrey realized and decided to let the woman rest while making small talk. Of course, he didn't want to do anything to a semi-conscious woman like that. Besides, he couldn't do it even if he wanted to. That Bran the cripple could be watching right this moment. You fucking incestuous siblings, you couldn't even kill a kid.

He cursed Jamie and Cersei from the bottom of his heart and eased closer to Catelyn's alluring body. He couldn't see it, but he could certainly feel it. So, he hugged her under the quilt and rested his palm on her milky soft mounds that were larger than what he had expected.

He pressed one knee on her body as well, making his now fully erect cock feel the heat from her side. It all felt too alluring, and it took everything from Joffrey to keep it under control. Besides, he was still injured, and the resting tent set for him wasn't as bright as he liked it to be.

I'll have to go gentle to earn your complete surrender. He thought while his palm gently cupped and fondled her breasts. He didn't pinch her scorching nipples, but he certainly kneaded them and felt how much she'd fill his claw.

"N-Ned…"

It annoyed him to no end. "Lady Catelyn, it's Joffrey. Your daughter's husband. Sansa is with my babe."

"Sa-ah-nsa?" Catelyn had no clue what made her moan like that in the middle, but she tried to speak, "Where is my daughter?"

"Safe and happy in King's Landing. She must have sent you letters, Lady Catelyn. They weren't lies." Joffrey fed words to her mind as it was easier to make her believe him in that state. "She loves Joffrey too."

"Umm… warm," Catelyn murmured and turned on the bed, away from Joffrey, onto her side. But Joffrey quickly inched forward and shoved his entire body against her marvelous rear, settling his girth between the gap of her tempting rear, while his arm hugged her waist.

He breathed close to Catelyn's neck, continuing to whisper while his hand caressed upwards on her belly, eventually claiming her delicious mounds again. He could feel the texture of her skin all over her body. Not as tight and springy, but still soft and charming. As expected from a woman who had birthed five and yet maintained herself so finely.

How she was so refined at this age eluded him. Nothing stopped him from exploring her sweltering flesh to his heart's content. With the quilt on them, he knew even Bran wouldn't be able to know what he was doing.

"Lady Catelyn, forgive me for this. My soldiers sleep in the open, and we can only take shelter here. Please bear with this for now." He whispered, but the words were the opposite of what he was doing to the woman two decades older. His cock slid between her hot, smooth thighs filled with moist heat, and his hands pinched on the lush tips.

It wasn't easy to control himself from moving his hips and taking her. But he forced himself to be calm and patient, as doing anything now would ruin any possibility of mediation in the future. Having known Catelyn Stark from his memories, he knew the woman held honor high. While smart, she wasn't as intelligent as she believed herself to be. Easily swayed by emotions, he knew he had to take it easy.

I'll have a few days to continue with you, my lady. Joffrey reminded himself and tried to fall asleep. He didn't let her leave his tight, naked embrace, however. It was quite enjoyable, especially on cold nights.

The candles eventually burned their course and plunged the room into darkness. With medicine in her body, Catelyn's fever began to fade away during her sleep. As for Joffrey, he never released her from his clutches.

Of course, he had expected drama in the morning.

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The chattering voices, faint distant coughs of men, and clanking swords woke Catelyn up in the morning. Soft light was entering the spacious tent and illuminating the place to a degree. Her eyes still held tears as she remembered the previous night as soon as her eyes opened.

"Robb!" She cried and curled herself in a fetal position in bed, only to realize that something warm was against her back and comforting arms were around her bosom. "Ned?"

Still in a state of utter devastation, she turned around to look. But she froze as soon as the golden hair and the young face came into view. "No!"

With a yell, she instinctively pushed Joffrey away from herself while retreating to the edge of the bedding with the thick quilt. She looked down at herself—completely disrobed. Immediately, she touched her womanhood to make sure nothing had occurred between them.

However, Joffrey had also woken up by then and gathered his mind to react perfectly.

"Ugh?" He groaned while sitting up on the bed, patting his shoulder, which was still bandaged and hurt. The quilt was removed from his body as Catelyn had pulled it all, leaving him naked for the woman's gaze. "You're awake, my lady?"

"How dare you?!" Catelyn burned in fury, her sharp blue eyes wide open and displaying rageful veins.

Joffrey rubbed his face with one hand and made sure his slowly hardening cock was visible to her. After having held himself back, just the sight of Catelyn's exposed shoulders and face was enough to arouse him.

"My lady…" He tried to reply but showed a pained expression. "Forgive me. This was the only warm place for a lady of your stature. You had a high fever, and so did I. I apologize, but this was the only way to stay warm and rest."

Catelyn's lips shivered while her eyes trailed his length from the base to the top. Then she noticed the wound on his shoulder and remembered how he saved her from being killed, shielding her with his own body. Of course, that once again reminded her of the loss.

"N-Nothing happened?"

Joffrey revealed a self-deprecating smile. He knew he wasn't the best when it came to looks, but his status as King heightened any kind of action from him to a greater degree. "Absolutely not, my lady. As much as I was tempted by your ageless beauty, I couldn't sully the honor of a respected lady. Ah…"

All of a sudden, Joffrey moved on his knees and got closer to Catelyn. Without asking, he raised his hand and touched her forehead, then the side of her face, and then her pale neck between her unkempt red hair.

Catelyn was so shocked by his actions that she failed to react in time. Alongside that, Joffrey's manhood dangled between his legs at full mast, the swollen head teasing to erupt out of the folds. The girthy, hairless tool had veins bulging all over, throbbing at times, and she clearly noticed it.

"Thank the Mother. Your fever is gone, my lady." He heaved a sigh of relief rather expressively and relaxed there, sitting back and spreading his legs wide. "Forgive me for last night. My soldiers believed you were an enemy as well and treated you in ways common to their native homes across the sea."

He lied through his teeth in an attempt to see what the woman was willing to believe. She was in a weak state of mind anyway, and it was essential for him to take advantage of that.

Catelyn nodded silently and clenched the quilt tighter around herself. She cursed herself within as she felt her mounds and the tips tighten, while her lower lips felt warm. She tried to maintain her gaze on Joffrey's face.

But only now did she notice how different he currently looked. There was almost no fat on his face. His body appeared warrior-like while still holding the charms of his youth. She noticed the difference in his eyes; Just like Robb after his first battle.

That was enough to make her realize she wasn't dealing with Joffrey, the boy, but a man.

"I shall get you your clothes." Joffrey abruptly voiced and stood up right there, knowingly bringing his bulging shaft to Catelyn's eye level. He clearly felt excited by the little game since he felt twitches down there. "Don't be afraid here, my lady. I shall protect your life and honor with my life."

So I can own it. He prolonged his stay there to ensure she had a good look. It's been years since Eddard died. There has to be some fire reignited in her now.

With Catelyn's gaze fixed on the junction of Joffrey's legs, a heated sexual tension lingered in the air between them as no more words were exchanged.

Eventually, Catelyn looked up at Joffrey's face, which held some expressions of shame and uneasiness. What am I doing?

"I'm grateful, Your Grace."

He simply nodded and moved away, stepping down from the bed.

He could feel Catelyn's gaze fixated on his body as he slowly picked up the woman's robes. He always made sure to let out a few groans of pain whenever using the injured side of his arm, not that it was fake.

"Here." He eventually placed everything on the bed beside Catelyn and went on to wear his own clothes with great effort. This time, it being genuine, he found trouble tying his breeches and tunic before donning the vest and light armored pieces. "I'll wait outside, my lady. Call me when you've worn your robes."

He didn't wait and quickly left with his sword, maintaining the air of a righteous King and a leader. He truly wondered if he should just kill her at times, but now that he had touched the forbidden fruit, he felt it'd be a waste to not taste it first, at least before throwing it away.

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