Securing Her Future Ch.2 (Game of Thrones) (NSFW)

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AN: I'm back with 2 updates today (1 SFW, 1 NSFW) and the 2 updates tomorrow. Been an odd month or so involving a combination of illness, need to focus of other projects, and straight up revamping some of my fanfic to make them more compact. Thank you for your patience. I see there were new additions to the Patreon UI, one being a chat option. I'll take a look at these when I have time and use them if they seem good.

Jon often wondered how long it would have taken to find out the truth of his heritage without Lady Catelyn seducing him.

He hated thinking of it, but it could have been a couple years at a minimum if he was being optimistic, and if he was being realistic, over five years until he was wedded and bedded with a child of his having the right colors.

It was now public knowledge in the North that the Lady of Winterfell, Lady Catelyn, was a regular visitor in the King’s bed. A King who had recently risen to the position of King in the North. A necessary elevation after the Southerners started their squabbling on the throne.

Jon had thought that the revelation of his true heritage would cause him problems that could end with a loss of control of the North, but instead, it emboldened the Lords to claim that the blood running through his veins meant they would no longer have to be under rule from the monarchs in the south.

It was not a position he ever expected to take, but he also couldn’t say he ever considered rejecting it. After all, being King meant it came along with valuable perks.

“It’s getting a little cold, isn’t it, Rhae?”

Jon didn’t expect an answer from his little daughter. She was too busy trying to burrow her face into his cloak, which he had the sense to wrap around her.

“Your mother would try to murder me if she knew I took you out of your nursery,” Jon muttered as he rocked her gently. Sometimes, it felt like he wasn’t given any respect from Lady Catelyn. It was far too common that his time with little Rhaena Stark was cut short due to his daughter’s mother, mostly due to fear of his mishandling of her.

The one time Jon had held her incorrectly had been brought up as an excuse far too much. He had never held a babe before, so he felt it should have been quickly forgiven.

“My King.”

Jon stiffened at hearing the voice before sighing softly. He turned and nodded, “My Lady.”

“You have taken your heir out of her rooms.”

And there was another thing that Lady Catelyn often included in almost every other sentence that was said. Of how Rhaena Stark was his heir. As if he would father any bastards and bring possible hardship on his perfect daughter.

Jon pointedly ignored that Rhaena herself was a bastard born out of wedlock and was only a Stark due to him legitimizing her as the King in the North.

It had been out of his control. The night he flew into raging lust and poured his seed into Lady Catelyn’s fertile womb was far too close to the mourning period that was traditionally observed. The Lords would have been outraged if he did anything as audacious as wedding Lady Catelyn. No matter what explanations were given, wedding his father’s widow would have caused Jon to lose the respect of his Lords at a time when he couldn’t afford it.

So it was decided that Lady Catelyn would remain unattached and unmarried while the child she birthed would be passed off as Ned Stark’s.

It had caused Jon many sleepless nights. In one fell swoop, he had taken the seat of Winterfell, fucked and bred his father’s widow, then planned on passing his bastard as a trueborn Stark.

Jon had never felt more like a bastard than in those long nine months, spitting on the memory of the man who had done so much for him. It caused him to throw himself into the work piled on him while making the bare amount of time required to check on Lady Catelyn.

That was more to lessen his temptations than any genuine attempt to avoid her. He didn’t think he could last long in her presence without ripping her dress off and mounting her, unleashing his lust on her voluptuous body once more.

The day his Rhaena was born might have been the greatest day of his life. The day that started all of the change that exhilarated him. While it saddened him that Eddard Stark wasn’t his true father, it also meant Jon wasn’t as depraved as he believed himself to be.

Of course, while Eddard Stark was his uncle in truth, there would never be a man he admired more. It put into perspective what had been sacrificed for Jon to be in this position. His uncle had gone as far as to refuse bedding his wife to make sure the nephew who had a throne stolen from him had the claim to a Great House. It was why he chose to keep the Stark name in favor of Targaryen. To honor the man who sacrificed so much.

“Might I suggest heading back inside, my King?”

Jon glanced at Lady Catelyn, feeling a surge of shame at feeling gratitude that his uncle never laid with her. If that had occurred, he would have never touched her, and if there was something Jon loved about being the King in the North, it was touching Lady Catelyn.

He had always thought she was one of the most beautiful women in Westeros, but after Rhaena, he knew she was the most beautiful. Motherhood had made Lady Catelyn stunning, and Jon wasn’t just saying that because he put the child in her.

However, there was one issue he had that was frustrating him. The Maester said it wouldn’t be safe for him to impregnate Lady Catelyn again for some moons after the birth, or she might die in her birthing bed.

Jon wouldn’t allow that to pass, so every time they coupled, he made sure to spill on her body or in her mouth while also having moon tea available to be as cautious as possible.

“Very well,” Jon nodded, “After you.”

[Break]

“Hand me my daughter, my King.”

Catelyn ignored the put-upon expression on Jon’s face and carefully cradled her precious child to her breast, smiling softly when her little fingers had a firm grip on her dress. Of course, that motherly joy disappeared when she looked away from Rhaena.

Jon Stark was greedily staring at the small amount of cleavage that her dress revealed. It was far too easy for her to rouse the lusts of the younger man, to the point where she found it surprising that she wasn’t locked in his chambers so he could use her for his pleasure whenever he wished.

Catelyn knew she was being unfair by thinking such extreme thoughts. While it was undeniable that Jon Stark made it clear there was nothing more he would like than to have her moaning beneath him, it was also obvious how much care he showed towards her. Why else would he be so cautious with where he spilled his seed until it was safe for her?

She hadn’t expected anything but a child from her seduction of Jon. That had resulted in Rhaena, but she also found that once their child was born, he treated her more like a treasured lover or his lady wife.

Catelyn had kept close watch of the rumors circulating in Winterfell to see if any other women had the pleasure of Jon visiting their bed. She accepted and expected it after he impregnated her and didn’t come to her for pleasure until after Rhaena was born. The only thing she would have never abided by was any bastards from those affairs. Nothing would be allowed to challenge her daughter. However, to her surprise, he was celibate.

Once Rhaena’s birth revealed who Jon truly was, and he was suddenly open with his desire for her to warm his bed, Catelyn’s thoughts on him having another lover quickly changed.

There would be nobody else. She would not allow it.

That had been mentioned in many of their couplings, of how Catelyn would be willing to bear as many of Jon’s bastards as he wished, on the condition that he take no other lovers.

The way Jon always started to pound into her cunt roughly after that made it obvious how happy he was to agree to her demand. However, she had a small hope that he would eventually put his cloak around her to make her his lady wife.

Not that it truly mattered.

Catelyn had long lost her belief in the Seven, and once she held Rhaena in her arms, she lost her distrust of bastards. If Jon Stark wanted to keep playing the bastard who defiled the highborn lady, she would have no objections.

It wasn’t like she didn’t get just as much pleasure in calling Jon Stark ‘bastard’ while he claimed her cunt. It was a play that they both reveled in. A holdover from their first coupling.

The fact that it was a farce since they discovered the proof of marriage between Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen changed nothing. If anything, it only made Catelyn all the more eager to have the man with such a high pedigree under her spell.

The last scion of a house of powerful dragonlords. A man with the blood of kings from both his parents. A man under the spell of Catelyn’s beauty, a woman from a house that had only been raised to their position due to the Targaryens.

It gave her shivers every time she thought about it. Of how her blood would continue the lines of House Targaryen and Stark. She would be the mother of a dynasty and was eager to be so. She would birth the Kings and Queens that would bring Westeros under their rule, and it wouldn’t matter if they were bastards or trueborns.

None would slight her children and continue to draw breath. Jon Stark might not be her husband, but her cunt ruled him, and she would use it to bring his wrath on her children’s enemies. Of course, that was if he hadn’t decided to do so himself.

House Tully’s words were ‘Family, Duty, Honor,’ and it would be how she ruled Winterfell while Jon Stark ruled the kingdoms. If she perverted her house’s words to her own benefit, so be it. She would forsake honor and duty in favor of her family.

Jon Stark would be a good king for his subjects, but if that came into conflict with the well-being of her children, Catelyn would do what was necessary. If Jon wanted a peaceful keep and a warm bed, it would be wise to keep her happy, which meant holding her children above all.

“Catelyn,” Jon said gruffly as they neared the nursery, “Today is the day.”

“Hmm?” Catelyn was distracted by her hopes for the future, “Day for what, my King?”

“Hand Rhae to the maids before I speak of it. This is not for her ears.”

Catelyn rolled her eyes slightly, hidden from Jon’s view, as she guessed what he wanted. Still, she found herself a little amused at how he refused to talk about coupling in front of their daughter, even though Rhaena was far too young to understand anything.

She watched with hawk eyes as the maid carefully took her daughter from her arms and walked into the nursery. She was a gift from her father after he heard the news of her expecting, but that didn’t mean she trusted her completely. Loyal guards proud to serve their new king and the Stark princess lined the nursery.

“Come, my lady, Rhae is in safe hands.”

Catelyn let herself be pulled by her king, smirking when she felt him wrap an arm around her waist to plaster her body to his. She ignored the giggling maids they passed and wondered what was in store for her today.

Jon was fascinated with her mouth, finishing inside it nearly daily. Still, she felt that was more because her cunt wasn’t available for him quite yet. Catelyn didn’t take the maester’s advice too seriously since she knew her body best. She thought having another babe take root would be no problem, but since her king refused to seed her womb, that didn’t matter.

Catelyn blinked when she heard the doors to the room shut firmly, realizing that they had arrived in the king’s chambers. A place she was familiar with since she spent every night here.

“I find it surprising that you seem to have forgotten, Lady Catelyn.”

[Break]

Jon swallowed the saliva building in his mouth as he took in the form of his lady. The Lady of Winterfell. The mother of his daughter and the many children he intended to put in her.

The most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms.

“And what is it that I’ve forgotten?” Catelyn spat, realizing what he wanted after calling her ‘Lady Catelyn.’

Jon’s breeches tightened as his cock grew hard. The things he wanted to do to her cocksucking lips would have made the septas in the south die from shock.

“Today is the day the maester said I am free to do to you as I wish,” Jon couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face when Catelyn’s chest started to rise and fall. She now knew what he was going to do.

“You gave me one perfect daughter,” Jon's eyes darkened as he placed his palm on her flat stomach, “I would like another in nine moons.”

“A daughter?” Catelyn raised a perfect eyebrow in question, “Not a son?”

“I would be happy with a son,” Jon admitted, “But I like the thought of three daughters. Each with the coloring that represents their heritage.”

It took Catelyn a moment to realize he was talking about having daughters with Targaryen, Stark, and Tully features. She couldn’t help but break the character from their little roleplay and laugh loudly at his wish.

“Is something funny, Lady Catelyn?” Jon pulled her into his body, pressing his stiff cock into her stomach, “Do you not wish to bear me more daughters?”

“J-Jon,” Catelyn said between giggles, ignoring how his hands wandered down to her arse, “That’s a sweet dream, but I can’t promise you that. It may be that all our children favor your Targaryen blood.”

Jon grunted as he rocked his hips into her before bending down to kiss the side of her neck. He murmured, “Then I will keep trying until I get my wish.”

Catelyn shuddered, wishing nothing but that. Being surrounded by her babes, with the man who sired them eagerly wanting more. However, her king wanted a little mummery, so she would give him that.

“Do you think I am a broodmare?” Catelyn pushed herself into his cock, her tone turning venomous, “That I would let myself fall under the spell of a bastard.”

Catelyn squealed when she was thrown onto the bed before finding her dress ripped off savagely.

“You know what they say about bastards, Lady Catelyn,” Jon climbed on top of her prone form, kissing his way up her long legs, teasing her wet opening with his tongue for far too short of time before moving on, gleefully leaving a soft bite on her fat arse before leaving trails of kisses on her spine. He kissed the area below her ear and whispered, “We are lustful, depraved creatures.”

“Mhmm,” Catelyn sighed contently, “This I know. I have had to endure your beastly urges nightly.”

“You can expect the same for the rest of your life, Lady Catelyn,” Jon growled as he pulled down his breeches and let his cock be nestled in her fat arse, “You were blessed with breeding hips, and it would be a shame if I don’t use them for their purpose.”

Catelyn gasped when he suddenly thrust his cock into her cunt, her toes curling at the feeling of being filled. It shouldn’t have been anything different from the countless times she had taken Jon’s cock. Still, knowing his intentions tonight, it made her hyperaware. And hypersensitive.

“GODS! YES!”

Jon thrust his hips down, burying his cock deep into her cunt, with her arse taking the brunt of the force, a clap from their flesh colliding loud and clear. He captured her red lips to swallow any further noises before another hard thrust.

“MMPH!”

Jon moaned as he dueled with his lady’s tongue as he started to rut into her, beating her arse red with his hips slamming off her thick cheeks. She tried to push her hips up to try and let him fuck deeper into her, showing just how eager she was to carry another babe.

Her wet cunt squelched with every thrust he made into her depths with his cock. Jon could feel how her pussy tried to milk him of his cum, and he wasn’t exactly trying to hold back his completion.

Jon broke off the kiss, letting Catelyn’s moans free before he cupped her large tits pancaked under her, sinking his fingers into her soft breasts before pounding himself into her cunt until release.

“Yess,” Jon hissed, “Take my seed! Give me another babe to spoil!”

Catelyn shrieked as her eyes fluttered along with her cunt, his seed shooting into her womb and trying to take root. She could feel him fucking her through his release, as he should. None of his seed should be wasted.

A few minutes later, Jon kissed an exhausted Catelyn softly while stirring her pussy with his still-hard cock.

“Hm, we might need to ensure you are with child, my lady. I hope you are prepared for a long night.”

Catelyn only moaned into Jon’s lips when he started fucking her again.

[Break]

15 Years Later

Rhaena frowned at the whispering lords as they stared after her sisters. It was a common occurrence with her when they thought she wasn’t aware of their actions.

She knew why they did so.

In their eyes, Rhaena and her sisters were only legitimized bastards. Unworthy to be in line for the throne of the Empire. Unfit to be heirs before her brothers.

Of course, when it came to marriage, the same lords would salivate after her sisters.

She rolled her eyes discreetly as she walked to where her mother spent her time. If she and her sisters were bastards, then so were the rest of her siblings, even her cute little brothers.

Rhaena even knew why that was the case. Her father was the Emperor, and her mother was the Imperial Concubine. They were not married, but it was not due to love being missing in their union. Even the most dimwitted smallfolk would hesitate to say otherwise after her mother had given her father nine children.

She remember when some lord called her a bastard when she was much younger. She also recalled the stories of how her mother had that lord’s limbs ripped off for his insult before dragonfire ended the poor man’s life.

Not long after, her parents told her why they had not married. They wanted to change the perception of bastards in Westeros and eliminate the word's stigma entirely, if possible. What better way would there be than to have their rulers these so-called bastards?

Rhaena thought such a reason was noble, making her worship her parents even more. It was too bad she had inadvertently walked in on what might have been their true reason soon after.

She didn’t think she would ever forget how her father mounted her mother from behind, punishing her for being ‘highborn’ while her mother called him a ‘bastard.’

Rhaena turned green as she tried to keep her meal inside her stomach. Since that day, she had made sure to never go near her parent’s room. Neither had she ever stopped spouting their noble reason for not marrying to her siblings.

“Darling? What’s wrong?”

Rhaena blinked, meeting similar purple eyes looking at her with concern.

“Aunt Dany!” She squealed and threw herself at the Empress of the Empire.

It was a strange arrangement. Daenerys Targaryen ruled Essos, and Jon Stark ruled Westeros, with both accepting each other as family. Forming the Targaryen Empire wouldn’t have been necessary if not for the former being barren.

Daenerys wanted to pass on her throne to a family member, so she intended to choose one of her nephew’s children.

Rhaena Stark would rule as the Empress of both continents, but one of her siblings would take on the Targaryen name and rule Essos as King or Queen under her.

“What are you doing here?” Rhaena asked with a bright smile, still within the embrace of Daenerys.

“I missed Rhaegal,” Daenerys shrugged, “And it’s been a while since I spoke to your mother. Now, what were you frowning about, darling?”

Rhaena knew if she mentioned those lords, they would soon be burnt to the crisp. Her aunt may be many things, but she didn’t have the tolerance for ones that insulted family. That meant she had to keep her mouth shut.

“It’s… my parents,” Rhaena had a green look, something easy to pull off since it only required pulling up that hated memory, “I… overheard my parents.”

It took Daenerys a moment to realize what she meant before her mouth opened slightly. “Oh.”

Rhaena nodded.

“I swear to the gods that my nephew is incapable of keeping your mother without child,” Daenerys said wryly, “I suppose that’s a good thing. I do enjoy our large family.”