Robert Baratheon sighed in boredom as he walked aimlessly outside Castle Darry. After spending nearly a month in Winterfell, they were on their way back to King's Landing with the Starks in tow. Excluding the first night, the rest of his stay was fairly uneventful. He'd drank, feasted, and whored to his heart's content. He'd even gone on a hunt with Ned and his boys. However, for the duration of his stay at Winterfell, he found himself constantly annoyed. The source of his annoyance was one Catelyn Stark.
After their night together, she'd steadfastly avoided him. The only time she'd be in his vicinity was when it was absolutely required and even then she would attach herself at the hip to Ned or one of her children. It wasn't unexpected if he was completely honest with himself. Especially considering what he knew of her character. She most likely felt ashamed and embarrassed of her actions that night. Nonetheless, Robert felt his frustration growing. Even after going through most of the whores in winter town, he could not stop thinking about her. Getting desperate he'd sought out the infamous Ros on the Imp's recommendation. After meeting her for the first time, he immediately understood why so many requested her services: the curly red hair and blue eyes bore a similar resemblance to Catelyn Stark. Many boys and men probably satisfied their urges for the Lady of Winterfell through her. However, after fucking the real thing, he found himself sorely disappointed. Ros's beauty paled in comparison and she lacked the bountiful curves that Catelyn had. She also couldn't take the pounding that Catelyn did with her seasoned body. Ros had repeatedly asked him to slow down while Catelyn's mature cunt sucked him in deeper and deeper until it milked all of his seed.
After his disappointing tryst with Ros, Robert knew exactly what he needed to do. He'd gone to Ned that next morning and suggested he bring Catelyn along with him to King's Landing. He convinced him that she'd be able to help the girls adjust to the South. He also said he knew how much Ned and their young children would miss her. He should have felt guilty for deceiving his best friend, but Robert couldn't temper the lustful urges Catelyn brought up in him. She was the first woman he'd felt such all-consuming lust for in a long time and he needed to have her again. After deliberating for a night, Ned announced that Catelyn would be coming South with him, Sansa, Arya, and Rickon. Robb would be the Lord of Winterfell while he was gone and Jon and Bran would be staying with him.
That was nearly a fortnight ago and Robert was still trying to think of a way to get Catelyn in his bed again. His musings were cut short when a young lad ran up to him gasping for breath. Robert waited a moment before growing impatient.
"Out with it boy!" Robert barked.
"Your Grace," the boy said between panting breaths, "Queen Cersei has called everyone to the Great Hall. Prince Joffrey has been injured."
Robert groaned as he felt a headache already coming on.
Damn that woman
, he thought as he followed the boy. He hoped whatever this was could be resolved quickly.
Unfortunately for Robert, his prayers went unanswered. Cersei was angry at the younger Stark girl and her direwolf for Joffrey's injuries and wanted punishment. Privately, Robert thought Joffrey likely caused the accident himself. However, he kept that thought to himself, not wanting to deal with Cersei.
The one saving grace of the meeting was that he could shamelessly watch Catelyn. As he stared he couldn't help but imagine her underneath him as he fucked her voluptuous body. He fantasized her screaming his name, eyes wide, begging to be his whore as he filled her cunt with his royal seed. So lost he was in his fantasies that he didn't notice Cersei asking him to punish the Stark girl.
"They are only children Cersei and accidents between children happen all the time," Robert replied after she got his attention. Cersei clearly didn't agree and let her thoughts be known. She asked instead for the children's direwolves to be put down then. That started another argument between Cersei and Ned that Robert tuned out. He was inclined to follow through on Cersei's second request, despite loathing the suggestion, if only to shut her up. However, as Ned and Cersei continued to argue, an idea came to him. He knew Catelyn was willing to do whatever necessary for her family. After all House Tully's words were
Family, Duty, Honour.
He could use that to his benefit. He'd be willing to dismiss Cersei's request and face her wrath if he could convince Catelyn to share his bed again.
While everyone was focused on Cersei and Ned, Robert made his move. Drawing Catelyn's eyes to his, he discreetly rubbed the outline of his bulging cock. He gave her a smirk as her eyes widened at his brazen action. With her attention on him, he silently mouthed his proposition.
Come to my bed and I'll end this.
Catelyn closed her eyes for all but a moment before she gave a inconspicuous nod; agreeing to his proposition. Robert smiled triumphantly as he finally got what he wanted.
"Like I said Cersei," Robert's voice boomed over hers and everyone turned to face the King, "accidents happen between children. I see no reason that the direwolves should suffer for a harmless mista—"
"HARMLESS!" Cersei shrieked in rage, "my baby boy is scarred for life."
"Stop being so dramatic," Robert countered, "I bore many scars by the time I was his age. You've babied him enough. It's about time he finally got one. Besides, ladies love scars." He finished with a booming laugh.
Cersei was clearly enraged and disagreed but held her tongue as she glared daggers at Robert.
"However, this does bring up an important issue. King's Landing is no place for direwolves Ned. Have someone take them back to Winterfell and we can put this all behind us." Robert said to his best friend.
"I understand, Your Grace," Ned said as he bowed. "Thank you Robert."
Robert waived him off, "Least I could do. Honest mistake and obviously no harm was meant."
Cersei stood up in silently with her hands clenched and glared hatefully at Robert before making her way out; the Kingslayer and Joffrey following behind her. Robert knew he'd pay for it later, but he was too giddy thinking about what was to come later tonight.
"Tonight," Robert whispered as he made his way past Catelyn.
Robert sat alone in his tent waiting for his guest. He'd already dismissed the Kingsguard and made sure that no one's tent was within hearing distance. On the off-chance that someone did come near, it was fairly common for him to be with some camp whore.
He looked up as he heard the tent flap shift and was rewarded with the sight of the beautiful Catelyn Stark waiting at the entrance. She was wearing a hooded travel cloak, most likely to hide her identity as she discretely made her way to his tent. As had been the case since their first night together, she wore a plain dress that covered most of her skin. Only the upper portion of her breasts were visible and he was fairly confident that was due to the sheer size of her massive teats. She gasped in surprise and he saw her eyes widen for a moment before they narrowed to slits.
