"Wait a moment." Caesar reluctantly withdrew from her, pulled a piece of brocade to cover his naked body, and opened the door. He saw that the visitor was his steward.
The man was expressionless, almost like a stone statue. "My Lord," he said coldly, "news has come from King's Landing."
Being interrupted during his pleasure must have been quite important. "Give me a few minutes to change," Caesars ordered the steward to wait outside. Elijah helped him change into black silk robes. A raven
from King's Landing had brought news that King Robert Baratheon had been fatally wounded by a boar while hunting due to excessive drinking.
Caesars immediately sent a message instructing his spies in King's Landing to prepare for action. Sure enough, Robert succumbed to his wounds that very night, and the 13-year-old Prince Joffrey Baratheon was declared his successor. Eddard Stark was arrested and imprisoned for treason. His second daughter, Arya Stark, was taken away by his men in King's Landing under the protection of Syrio Freer the Water Dancer—a decision made at the request of Catelyn and for future plans. Arya was currently on a ship bound for Tyrosh with Syrio. Sansa Stark, however, could not be rescued, as she was guarded by the infamous "Hound" Sandor Clegane, a man of immense strength and formidable swordsmanship, not easily defeated.
What a pity.
Not long after, news arrived that after Eddard Stark's capture, his eldest son Robb Stark immediately gathered his father's vassals at Winterfell and led 12,000 men south to the Gulf of Kalin. Meanwhile, Tywin Lannister began his campaign towards the Riverlands, and a major war was imminent. Renly Baratheon, along with his lover Loras Tyrell and others, fled King's Landing first, heading south to gather forces from Storm's End and Highgarden, plotting against the Iron Throne. Stannis Baratheon, on his fiefdom of Dragonstone, converted to the Red God, recruited soldiers, and amassed strength, eyeing the Iron Throne with predatory intent.
"It's not the right time yet..." Caesars murmured, gazing at the night sky.
Turning and pushing open the door, a lively, energetic nine-year-old girl stood there, small and agile. She had the typical Stark features: a long face, gray eyes, and brown hair.
"Arya, are you settling in well?"
Arya had a good impression of this uncle who had saved her. Not only had he rescued her from King's Landing, but what surprised her most was that her mother, Catelyn, was also here.
However, her mother had changed drastically, and her relationship with the man named Caesars seemed rather strange.
"Caesars… uh, no… Lord Thanatos…"
Caesars smiled and waved his hand, laughing, "Don't be so formal, just call me Uncle Caesars."
Arya liked his easygoing nature. "Uh… um! Uncle Caesars, my father…"
"These things shouldn't be known to a girl like you," Caesars gestured for her to sit down. "Although your father dislikes me, he is indeed a respectable man, but we are now…"
"Please, you must save my father…"
"I will do my best…" Caesars said, but in his heart he thought, "Yeah, right!"
Arya was a little disappointed, then asked, "When will we return to Winterfell?"
"Winterfell is far from here, it will probably be some time before we return…"
"Oh…" Arya lowered her head in disappointment again. Caesars
patted her head, turned and left, heading towards Catelyn's room.
Catelyn, dressed in a plain gray dress, sat blankly in a chair by the window. Caesar's lust was
aroused again. He stepped forward and, through her clothes, began to fondle her breasts from behind. Caitlin's slender hands rested on his arousing hands, but she did not stop him. Caesar rubbed his face against hers, the smooth touch arousing his desire. He licked her face, eyes, and lips with his tongue.
When Caesar was satisfied, Caitlin's beautiful face was covered in semen. By this time, his lower body was engorged. He casually stripped off Caitlin's clothes, pressed her onto the bed, lifted her legs, and thrust his massive member inside her.
"Ah~ I didn't expect it to be even tighter down there after this... Huff~"
Caitlin was expressionless, as if she couldn't feel the thrusting, a stark contrast to her constant swaying as she was being fucked, making her appear even more wanton. She was manipulated by Caesar like a life-sized flesh toy.
She wasn't dead, but she couldn't feel anything.
Caesar manipulated her body, arranging her in various positions, finding a unique pleasure compared to ordinary intercourse.
*Slap slap slap... slap slap slap... slap slap slap...*
There were no moans, no suppressed groans, only the sounds of impact.
From the chair to the bed, from the bed to the table, from the table to the floor, and then to the wall.
"Truly a Tully woman, what a beautiful cunt..." "
..."
The thought that Arya, Catelyn's daughter, was right next door excited Caesars even more.
"Arya, your mother is so good. When will you serve me with your little mouth like your mother? Lord Stark, oh, a respectable man, your wife is so comfortable! I'm fucking her so good!"
Ugh!
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He thrust in forcefully, as if trying to pierce her. Semen surged in again, until it overflowed. He pulled out, aiming his enormous member at her anus.
Next came anal sex. Since becoming Lady Stoneheart, Catelyn no longer needed to excrete. Her anus was white and supple, the small folds not the usual brown, odorless, but rather had a faint fragrance. His hard penis pressed against her anus, slowly thrusting in. The narrow anus welcomed the thick penis, the vaginal walls clinging tightly to it without a single gap.
Caitlin's anal canal structure was completely different from her vagina; layers of folds gripped the penis, the tight anal walls firmly holding it in place. This extreme tightness sent a shiver of pleasure through Caesar.
Because of Caitlin's unique constitution, Caesar showed no restraint, his hands around her waist, thrusting wildly and violently, making Caitlin's buttocks ripple, but her face remained expressionless as she endured Caesar's defilement.
With each thrust, fluids splattered, the anal mucosa being pulled in and out. Caesar held Caitlin's waist with one hand, slapping her plump buttocks with the other, his lower body violently pounding against her tender anus.
Suddenly, Caesars wrapped his arms around Caitlin's shoulders from under her armpits, buried his face in her bright red hair, and inhaled its fragrance. He then lay on her back, his legs intertwined with her smooth, beautiful legs, and thrust his lower body into her, pouring another torrent of semen into her anus.
Then, he pressed his naked body against her back, his penis buried deep within her warm, moist anus, and fell into a deep sleep, embracing the beautiful mature woman.
The comet's tail streaked across the morning sky like a wound on the crimson canvas, gushing blood above the Blood Tower at the port of Tyrosy.
Rhaenys, who was fast asleep in bed, suddenly opened her eyes; one blue, the other green, they looked strangely different, and a sinister smile played on her lips.
Caesars stood atop a high platform, watching the crimson comet. Five thousand soldiers, wearing bone masks and leather armor, stood ready for battle, their eye sockets gleaming with fanatical light. Caesars drew his one-handed sword and pointed it straight to the sky, "To Westeros, advance!"