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Marriage Consummation

The Marriage Consummation Meme
a smut meme

The wedding bells have rung - or the correct sacrifices have been made, depending on your culture. Whatever the case may be, you're married now, and the night is yours. However, there is one expectation on you: it's time to consummate the marriage.

Whether you're in love, in this marriage because it was arranged, or absolutely in hate with your new spouse, you're with them now. Have you two been intimate before this, or is your first time...with them or first time period? Do you know what you want and are you full of lust, or do you have no clue what's going on? Maybe you even have to seduce your partner who wants nothing to do with this!

...or, most forbidden of all, you're not the one getting married to this person. You just have to be with them on their wedding night, because you want them no matter what!

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[ care for a young Catelyn? ]

[of course! you're the first Cat I've met ^-^]

[ It felt has though Brandon had not been gone very long at all before the raven had come - dark wings, dark words - and yet she had not wanted to believe it, believe that the man to whom she was betrothed had been murdered at the orders of the Mad King. They were in the midst of the rebellion, and while she had known the dangers of losing many men were ever present - it was nothing compared to the news they had received that both Brandon and his father were now dead.

But Hoster Tully had secured an alliance through marriage with the Starks - and while one son was dead, another still remained to honor the betrothal. With both houses still in mourning, Catelyn wore dark colors on her wedding day to Eddard Stark, a heavy fur slung across her shoulders to represent the cold home that would now be hers at Winterfell. Winter is coming. They were words foreign to her, and yet she was a Stark now - they were a truth she would have to adopt as her own.

The festivities are still going on when the two of them are sent upstairs - but even those cheers are somewhat sobered by the recent pangs of loss. Eddard had neither father or brother to stand by his side as they'd spoken their vows - and even the time Catelyn will spend with him will be short, as he is set to ride to join Robert Baratheon within a fortnight.

She stands in the center of the room, drawing her cloak around her shoulders, and realizes for all she knew about Brandon, she knows even less about his brother - a man who stands silent and solemn behind her, the noise of the revelry downstairs shut out as the door is closed tight. ]

[Ned hadn't expected to marry Catelyn Tully but now here he was standing next to her on the eve of their wedding. She was a beautiful bride, there was no doubt about that at all. He liked the way her hair fell over her shoulders and her piercing blue eyes. In every way, he was a very lucky man.]

Are you alright? Would you like a drink or something to eat? [He wanted to make sure she was comfortable and wanted to get to know her better.]

[ For as hot-blooded as Brandon had been, his brother was much more even-tempered - and broader as well, with a quiet strength that she imagined was no less intimidating in battle. But he was the sort of man who would not ride into a fight unless he was absolutely sure it was necessary - and this was a dangerous time for those who fought against the Mad King.

And now he was going off to war - but the responsibility of continuing the line fell to the both of them now. If he were to die and leave her without a child in her belly, it would all be for naught.

She glanced up at him and shook her head slowly, with a polite smile. ] I believe everyone down there is still eating and drinking enough for the both of us. [ In truth she had barely touched her food, too full of nerves about what lay ahead of them to think about eating. ]

Aye, you are right. [He offered her a nervous smile and wondered what they should do now. He had already eaten and drank his fill and wondered if she was full as him. Yet,it was the first thing that came into his head; asking her if she wanted some refreshment. They were alone, away from the hubbub down below with the other guests. Perhaps, he could sit with her and talk with her for a while.]

You know, I'm not one for grand tourneys or large occasions. I'd rather just sharpen my sword with a whetstone underneath the tree in the Godswood. [Did he just admit that? Yes, he did. He was a truthful man and didn't care if she found out what sort of man he was, since he wanted to be as honest as possible with her.]

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[ With the fire crackling loudly in the room, she was becoming much warmer - too warm with the addition of the fur around her shoulders. She would likely need it in Winterfell - but not here in Riverrun, where the weather was not quite as harsh at night. She reached up to pull it off, laying it with care over the trunk at the foot of the bed. His things were there, the preparations for his leaving already made.

She turned back to look at him, her long red hair swaying over one shoulder, light eyes reflecting her surprise and the dancing firelight. She had never given much thought to him before - but there were hidden depths she was only just starting to glimpse for herself. ] Is it lovely there? The Godswood? [ She had married into a family that worshiped the Old Gods, though House Tully had always practiced the Faith. ]

[Ned looked down to where she lay her furs. The trunk stood ready, waiting for his departure in less than a fortnight. That would be all the time he would have to spend with his new wife. He just hoped it would be enough time before Robert had Ned rally to him, helping the rebellion against the Targaryen king. Ned was not that old but he was already a man weighed down with responsibilities and commanded men underneath him, being a Lord of the North.]

Yes, it is. I often sit there for hours just watching the lake in front of me and hearing the wind whistle through the leaves. [He wanted to take Cat down there. He wanted her to see and hear what he was saying.]

I'd like to take you down to the Godswood one day. You'll like it, I know you will. [He offered her a smile and let his hand rest upon her shoulder.]

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[ She had never bowed to the Old Gods - but like the words of House Stark, they would be something she would have to understand even if she had not believed in them growing up. She looked over at him - Ned. That was what everyone had called him, even Brandon. He was not an old man, but he was already made weary by duty.

His hand was warm on her shoulder, large and calloused from years of handling a sword. She turned to him, drawing in a soft breath. ]

You speak as if you know what the future will be.

[ She had imagined she would marry Brandon, and now he was gone. She did not know if she could bear to hear more assurances when their lives felt full of so much uncertainty. ]

[The Old Gods were practically all Ned had known, since growing up worshipping them in Winterfell. The Starks had worshipped them for centuries, even as far as Bran and Builder and the First Men. Ned believed they had more significance, as they were there so long ago and had so much influence in people's lives. The Godswood bound the people of Winterfell into caring for nature and the animals that inhabit it. A good thing in Ned's eyes and heart.]

I do not know what the future will be but I promise you we will visit the Godswood together, Catelyn. [He clasped both her hands in his rough ones and felt an over powerful urge to kiss her. Would she wish it at this time?]

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[ She wanted to protest, wanted to tell him that there was no sense in making promises to her when there was no guarantee that he would be able to keep them. But then he took her hands in his - warm, strong - and she looked down at them clasped together. They were both grieving Brandon. His would always be a loss felt.

She was suddenly very conscious of his proximity; it had been a distant thought in her mind when they had been seated at the head of the table together, keeping to their own space. But now it was just the two of them. Her gaze lifted to his face slowly, tentatively. ] And claim each other as husband and wife in the eyes of the Old Gods and the New.

[He couldn't promise much, since he didn't know what he was going into. Yet, a trip to the Godswood with his new bride would be a must for him. He wanted to bring Catelyn Tully Stark into her new family and the Godswood was a sacred place for any Stark. He couldn't think of a more romantic setting.]

Aye. [He uttered his response softly and leaned closer to press a kiss to her soft lips. He wanted to get used to being this close with her, to inhale her familiar scent, to feel her warm skin next to his. All things a husband should feel with his wife.]

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[ The sound of his voice, low and assuring, made her breath quicken, and he closed the space between them to kiss her without hesitation - as a husband would kiss his wife.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and it took her a moment to know how to respond, but eventually she did, one of her hands rising to gently cup his cheek, feeling the bristles of his beard under her fingertips. She broke away slowly, opening her eyes to gaze at him - blue into brown. She was overwhelmed by the sudden need she possessed for him to take her into his arms. ]

[This was the first time Ned had ever kissed a woman like this before. Yes, he had playfully kissed a girl on the cheek when he was a boy but this was different. He wasn't a boy any longer but a man. A Lord of the North and now married to Catelyn Tully. He had responsibilities and had to act like the man he was. He could see she was nervous, as was he, but he didn't want nerves to ruin his special occasion.

He touched her cheek with his thumb and pressed another kiss to her lips.]

[ There was more than just the innocence of a kiss for her to consider; there was also the truth that he was the only hope left of continuing the line, of ensuring there would be descendants of House Stark. To say that she was held in the grip of her nerves would not be a lie, but somehow his touch both soothed and excited her all in the same instant.

She had never kissed a man - though Petyr had tried to steal kisses, when they were young. But this was different, the firm press of a mouth against her own, and she swayed in against him, kissing him back with a soft sound. ]

[Ned pressed himself closer to Cat, as he deepened the kiss then slowly broke off, pressing a soft kiss to her nose.]

Would you prefer me to undress you or would you like to do it yourself? [He had to ask out of honesty and naivety. He didn't want to presume that she wanted him to do it, as he knew she had hand maidens to perform such a task. Women seldom let men undress them, unless they were married or were lovers.

Ned shrugged off his wolf furs and laid them beside Cat's. He removed his heavy boots and set them on the floor.]

I - [ In truth, she had not presumed to think about the method of how she would be getting undressed - but she knew it was something that would have to be done. Nor would she be able to do it by herself. ] I would require your assistance, my lord.

[ The ties that kept her in the dress ran down the back, and she carefully gathered her auburn hair to one side to bring it over her shoulder, turning away from him. ] They are difficult to reach.

[He nodded in response and set to trying to undo the back of her dress. He had never done such a fiddly task before and was finding it hard, since his hands were not meant for such a complex task. At least, he was finding it complex. Yet, he was not about to give up. He managed to undo the first tie and then the second but the third had him sighing with the effort. Why did women's clothes have to be so difficult? It wasn't that much unlike tying a piece of armour together.]

Damn....why do these ties have to be so difficult? [He muttered under his breath, as he eventually untied her dress to view the soft flesh underneath.]

Forgive me, my lady. I have never unlaced a woman's dress before.

[ It was likely due to her nerves, but the cursing behind her was enough to spur her into laughing - although it was less of a laugh than a chuckle, a soft sound of amusement before she turned around, the sides of her dress beginning to give way as the laces were loosened.

She turned around to face him, mirth in her eyes - but her hands steadied themselves against his chest as she looked up. ]

And I have never had a man unlace my dress before. So we are of the same mind in this, I think.

Aye, you are right. We're both new to this game. [The game being marriage. At least she found his faults amusing. Unlacing dresses being one. He'd rather have a good strong piece of steel in his hand than laces from a dress.]

Thank you for allowing me to do this. [He felt like he had to thank her, as most men would just rip their wife's dress off and be done with it. Yet, Ned wanted to take things slow and savour the moment. This moment between them was very special. He allowed his hands to ghost along her revealed shoulders and pushed the dress further down her body, until the top half of her was revealed to him.]

[ She imagined that undoing the fastenings on her dress couldn't have been easy with his hands as big as they were, meant more for wielding a powerful weapon than for handling delicate tasks such as this.

In spite of the fire warming the room, she resisted the urge to shiver as he eased the dress down over her arms, leaving a new expanse of skin exposed to the open air. Her hair was long enough to cover her breasts, falling all the way down to her waist, but she had to will herself not to shield herself with her arms, leaving her body open for his perusal. ]

[Ned gazed down at her chest covered with her own long dresses of hair. He gently eased her hair over one shoulder so he could gaze down at the soft flesh beneath. He swallowed thickly at what he saw and felt a stirring inside of his breeches. A woman's form had a beauty all of it's own. He leant in to kiss her neck softly and allowed a calloused hand to trace down in between her breasts then cupping one softly.

He didn't want to rush things and certainly didn't want to cause her to be nervous.]

[ Her breath left her in a hushed exhale - first at the warmth of his mouth moving along the side of her neck, and then in the moment that he cupped her breast in his hand. The callouses on his fingertips felt different on her skin, making her nipple perk against his palm, and she clutched at him, somehow needing him to steady herself as she closed her eyes.

It was his name that fell from her lips - not Brandon's, not even the name that she had uttered when she had spoken her vows, but the name his family called him. The name his wife would call him. ] Ned.

[His name being uttered by her own breath sounded precious. It was the first time he had heard her call him by his family name. He broke off his kisses and looked her in the eye, smiling fondly at her.]

Cat. [He uttered her own name in a deep whisper then brought up both her hands in his and kissed them. She was his now and he would protect her with his life and his honour. No one or nothing would take her away from him. Not even the rebellion.

He allowed her hands to fall at her sides, as he continued to explore the top half of her body. He kissed her collarbone then moved to place a kiss on her right breast, allowing his tongue to slide slowly over her perked nipple.]

Ned Stark || Game of Thrones || ota

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great! let me know if this works, I can switch to prose if preferred

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