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The first night she had felt guilty and horrible for cheating on her husband, and her sleep only made things worse, but then it came to her mind that her husband had cheated on her first.
so she had done the same.
If the Lords of Westeros could have multiple lovers, why couldn't women?
Some examples were Rhaenerys Targaryen, who was said to have had three bastards, and Daena Targaryen, wife and sister of Baelor the Blessed.
She had thought that this would be her only opportunity for revenge against her husband, but as the days passed, Catelyn had begun to desire the bastard.
She thought of his cock and his strong arms around her, his breasts and his abdomen against her back.
So when Jon signaled for her to go to his room, her primal self came out.
She quickly finished her food and drank four glasses of wine, dismissed each of her children, and went to her room to wait for the servants to clean up.
"Cat, tell me more about that friend of yours from childhood," Jon asked, playing with a strand of her hair.
Jon had undone her braid a while ago, and when he positioned her on all fours, he began to pull at her hair for his own pleasure.
"About Petyr?" Cat asked, surprised that Jon wanted to know about her friend.
"Aye, you said you used to play with him and humiliate him, how did you meet him?" Jon said.
Catelyn blushed as she remembered how she used to humiliate little Petyr.
Catelyn thought for a few minutes, trying to remember how she had met Petyr.
"Petyr's great-grandfather was a Braavosi mercenary in the service of Lord Cobay, so his son was an appointed knight and took the head of the stone titan as the sigil of his house.
Petyr's father was the smallest of the little lords, holding under his dominion a small, stony portion of the smallest of the Fingers."
"His father became friends with my father, Lord Hoster, during the Nine penny War, so Petyr was allowed to be a ward at Riverrun. That's where my brother, lysa and I met him. Although Petyr and Edmure were friends, he preferred the company of me and my sister Lysa," Catelyn explained as she traced circles with her finger on Jon's chest.
She still didn't know why she was telling the bastard all this.
"Hmm, and when did you start humiliating your father's pupil?" Jon asked.
"What? Why do you want to know about that?" Catelyn exclaimed.
"Curiosity," Jon replied with a mocking smile, which annoyed her as he caressed her ass and used his fingers to draw circles over her dirty asshole.
"It was after I turned twelve, my marriage to Brandon was announced, and Petyr began to change.
He confessed his love to me, but I only saw him as a friend.
When I rejected him, he became insistent, until one day I slapped him, and I liked that. That's where it all started.
Petyr didn't seem to care, since he didn't tell anyone about the humiliations I made him endure.
And to my relief, Petyr stopped his declarations of love for me.
But my sister Lysa was hopelessly in love with Petyr and was bothered by my mistreatment of our friend," Catelyn said, remembering those days when the three of them played by the river and stayed up late into the night.
They had been good times with her sister and her friend.
"Oh, and about the single combat between my uncle Brandon and Petyr, you said you pushed your friend into doing that, tell me how it happened," Jon asked, amusement in his voice.
It seemed that imagining her friend being humiliated was amusing him.
When I was fifteen, before the Tourney at Harrenhall, Brandon came to Riverrun to meet us, since your uncle had served as a ward to Lord Dustin.
When Petyr learned that Brandon was coming, he started saying he loved me again.
Petyr didn't seem to care about the insults I hurled at him, and the physical humiliations didn't seem to affect him.
I insulted him about his appearance, mocked the way he dressed, spoke, and his small manhood.
And this didn't stop him from confessing his love for me.
Petyr didn't care that I spat on him, stomped on him, and kicked him when he was kneeling; on the contrary, it encouraged him to continue.
So, as a last resort, I told him that if he fought Brandon in single combat and won, I would reconsider.
It was a grave mistake on my part.
I knew Petyr was never going to win; I knew he was going to die, but I was fed up with him constantly pestering me about how he loved me.
"When Brandon arrived at Riverrun, Petyr sought him out and challenged him, and your uncle accepted.
Brandon beat and humiliated him in a way i never thought, so when he was about to kill him, I intervened and begged Brandon to forgive him, and he did.
After that, Petyr went back to his father, and I never saw him again," Catelyn explained.
AN:-
CATELYN WAS A PSYCHO...
WELL DEARIES SAME AS USUAL POWER STONES AND SUPPORT MAKE ME ENCOURAGED