Come Out And Haunt Me | Pt. 2
Cersei Lannister x Catelyn Tully
Summary: When her raven goes unanswered, queen Cersei Lannister decides to pay the Starks a visit herself.
Disclaimers: non traditional omegaverse, smut, power play, angst, alpha cersei lannister, omega catelyn stark, cheating
Note: so literally no one asked for this but here it is anyway :D
as usual smut after asterisks, enjoy !
In truth, Catelyn had never once encountered a welcome feast that was quite so agonizing.
The evening was moving along slowly and any unease the omega feels has only been amplified by Cersei's relentlessly bold advances.
The alpha had insisted that they sit by each other tonight; knowing Catelyn would have no choice but to oblige her.
The Lady of Winterfell has quickly learnt to regret not disputing the alpha's demand, now she is forced to endure their proximity for a good portion of the feast.
The alpha's scent made it nearly impossible for Catelyn to think or focus on anything else entirely, and everytime their hands brushed, she found herself fighting the urge to seek more of Cersei’s touch.
At last, the servants bring out the final course for the night, and Catelyn doesn't hold back a relieved sigh. Auburn locks drift across her face as she lets her head droop; the omega is glad of any reason to conceal her weariness.
Although witnessing this only urged Cersei to reach out for her, tucking a strand of hair behind Catelyn's ear.
Catelyn tenses at the contact, she instinctively glances at Taena, who is sat across the hall. The queen consort is still busy fussing over her young children.
The very children she bore for Cersei.
This realization alone makes Catelyn feel ill. She yearns to retire to her bedchambers, she needs to be alone, at least until morning, once she's amassed the strength to take part in this mummer's farce.
Cersei appears to only take pleasure in her visible discomfort as she speaks her next words. "You look beautiful this evening."
The queen's comment makes Catelyn tense up once more, this time she neglects Cersei's attempt at grabbing her hand.
Despite the blush rapidly creeping up her neck, the omega scoffs.
"Will you stop that?" She hisses, and Cersei wears a look of confusion that only manages to enrage the other woman even more.
"What?" The queen feigns innocence.
"You dare gawk at me whilst your wife is busy tending to the children– your children." Catelyn challenges through gritted teeth, she then forces a neutral expression when she catches Ned peering their way.
She lifts her goblet up to her lips, allowing a large swig at an attempt to mask her agitation.
Cersei scoffs, disinterested in entertaining the omega's grievances.
"I will do as I please, Cat. I am the queen." The alpha claims boldly, and Catelyn just barely suppresses the urge to roll her eyes.
Cersei is just as impossible now as she was in their youth.
Catelyn shifts uncomfortably in her seat once more– she can hardly endure this any longer. The alpha proves to be as much a temptation as she is an irritant.
However, just as the omega had mustered the strength to rise from her seat, Cersei speaks with her voice raised, suddenly beckoning for their daughter. "Sansa, come here little dove."
Catelyn is now tense for an entirely different reason, she glares at Cersei as she anxiously attempts to read the alpha's next move.
As always, the queen's intentions leave Catelyn perplexed.
Cersei is virtually impenetrable. She is unpredictable and impossible to decipher.
Qualities Catelyn once found admirable has now become something she can hardly stomach.
She loves Cersei, and she hates her the same.
Sansa stands before the queen dutifully, her manner sweet and innocent.
Their daughter only speaks once spoken to.
"Your dress, it is very pretty.. Did you make it?" Cersei asks, and the way Sansa visibly beams at her sire's interest makes Catelyn ache.
"Yes I did, Your Grace." Sansa responds, clasping her hands together at an attempt to conceal her excitement.
"Such a talent, I hope you'll make something for me." The queen returns with a disarming smile.
The young girl's grin covers her face as she nods in response. "I will, Your Grace."
Catelyn feels the alpha clasp her hand underneath the table, this time she allows it to happen; despite herself.
"Your mother and I spent our youth together, did you know that?" The alpha admits, and Sansa is now wide eyed as she looks to her mother.
Catelyn forces a light chuckle, masking the gnawing feeling in her belly. Sansa's obvious curiosity weighs heavily on her, no doubt the young girl will want to know more.
But before the omega can attempt to address her daughter, Cersei elaborates.
"She was always better than me with a needle, I suppose I was more competent with a sword." The queen continues, this time Sansa produces a good natured chuckle of her own, genuine intrigue covering the young girl's features.
"The other ladies at court would poke fun at me, but your mother, she was always kind." Cersei adds, her hand still firmly holding Catelyn's underneath the table.
Sansa gaped in child-like manner as she responds. "Really?"
The alpha nods, a wistful smile tugs on the corners of her mouth.
For a fleeting moment, Catelyn wonders if the alpha was fighting back tears of her own. "Yes. and I see you take after her in a lot of ways.. don't ever lose that heart of yours, Sansa.
"It is a rare and precious thing." The alpha declares, and Catelyn heart clenches painfully in her chest.
Sansa remains none the wiser as she nods once more. "I understand, Your Grace."
A pregnant pause fills the air between them before Catelyn sucks in a shaky breath as she pries her hand out of Cersei’s grip. "Sansa, the hour has grown late. Will you check on your brothers? Make sure they get to their bedchambers safely. Rickon, he enjoys wandering off when your father and I aren't watching."
Sansa's smile falters at that, but she keeps her thoughts to herself as she nods. "Yes, mother."
Once the young girl takes her leave, there is only a tense silence, before Cersei speaks again. "What a fine young woman she's grown to become. Sansa truly is the best of us both."
Catelyn bites in the inside of her cheek as unshed tears begin to restrict her vision once more.
She has wanted this; for so long she wished to hear Cersei acknowledge their daughter openly. Yet now that it is finally happening, she feels nothing but a deep resentment, and sorrow.
It is not enough, and far too late.
Catelyn scoffs, indignant, as she rises from her seat, she speaks her parting words. "Your impertinence truly knows no limits, my queen.”
The omega ignores Cersei's attempts at stopping her as she pushes through the crowd; she doesn't stop walking until she makes it out of Winterfell's great hall.
The cold air meets her like a slap in the face, but it is a welcomed sensation, as it helps expel most of the alpha's scent that has managed to cling onto her for the past few hours.
Catelyn wraps her sheepskin shawl around herself as she continues to walk, the omega does not stop until she reaches the bedchambers she shares with Ned.
She shuts the door, stripping herself of her scarf before settling in front of the large fire currently burning in the hearth.
Catelyn stands for a while, as she warms her hands. Once she stopped shaking from the cold, the omega wrapped her arms around her own frame and it was only then she allowed her tears to fall freely.
A beat passes and she is forced to choke back a sobs when she hears the heavy wooden door opening. The omega sighs, mentally readying herself to face Ned as she hears the click of the latch locking in place.
Footsteps approach and Catelyn's breath catches in her throat. She had anticipated the harsh brutish touch of her husband, and yet, it never came. What she feels instead is something much better: a warm, practiced embrace.
Cersei's presence envelops her senses, and it only makes the omega sob. She doesn't suppress the urge this time, leaning into the alpha's embrace willingly.
Catelyn despises how comfortable she feels within the queen's arms.
With Ned, she always found it difficult to be at ease; he handled her in a way that made her feel small; not protected.
“You cannot be in here.” Catelyn protests weakly, and as expected, Cersei ignores it.
“Why do you weep?” The queen's words are accompanied by the feeling of her arms tightening around Cat's frame.
“I– I just–” The omega struggles to find the words; a decade's worth of thoughts and feelings left unsaid.
“Tell me.” Cersei coaxes gently, brushing the other woman's hair back so she may kiss her neck.
Catelyn sighs at the contact, her resolve weakening with every new gesture.
“All I ever wanted was to be with you.” The omega admits, and she senses the way Cersei studies her expression.
“I am here now.” The queen concedes, placing another tender kiss against Cat's jaw.
“Come to King's Landing, and you can be with me properly.” Cersei suggests, wiping the tear that has managed to make its way down Catelyn's cheek.
The omega then shakes her head in frustration, turning to face Cersei properly– the queen merely shifts her hands down towards her waist, but she fails to release her; and Catelyn does not want her to.
“You want me to come to King's Landing and serve as your hand, and what else? Your whore?” Catelyn spat, but the alpha's composed demeanor remains unchanging, if not softening ever so slightly.
“You don't have to serve as anything, just be with me.” Cersei remarks, cupping the other woman's face in her calloused hands.
Catelyn's eyes flutter shut for a moment, she makes the feeble attempt at shoving the alpha away with a hand on her chest. “It is not that simple and you know it.”
“Is it not?” Cersei challenges, leaning into the other woman's touch purposefully.
Catelyn doesn't say anything else, her gaze shifts towards Cersei's mouth as her grip on the alpha's collar tightens. Before she can consider it properly, her lips crash against Cersei's for a desperate kiss.
Their mouths move against each other continuously, and the alpha pulls a whimper out of Catelyn as she slips her tongue into her mouth.
As one of Cersei's hands remains on her waist, Cat redirects the other towards the small of her back.
Cersei obliges, and soon it feels as though no time has passed. Suddenly they are girls again; every light touch and caress sets both of their bodies aflame.
As the kiss intensifies, the alpha's hand moves lower. Cersei earns another light moan as she squeezes Catelyn's rear.
The queen now confidently breaks away, leaning down to kiss the swell of the other woman's breasts.
“Cersei–” Catelyn mutters breathlessly as she grips a fistful of golden curls, an attempt to tug the queen's head back.
“We can't, not here– Ned, he might come in.” She states, although her effort at voicing the concern sounds half-hearted at best.
“He won't. I bolted the door.” Cersei remarks swiftly.
The queen's response is entirely expected, and yet, Catelyn struggles to find an argument. She doesn't say anything else, but she doesn't kiss Cersei again either.
The alpha now wears a strained look, one of need and desperation as she grabs Catelyn's hand, guiding it to the bulge over her breeches. “Do you feel that? How much I want you.. I missed you, Cat. So much.”
The omega gasps as her palm makes contact with Cersei's erection. The feeling of it against her hand, accompanied with the alpha's gaze makes it nearly impossible for her to think clearly.
At this moment Catelyn has to actively fight the urge to bare her neck, and let the alpha take her.
Cersei has been testing her restraint all night, in truth. She is certain the alpha enjoys seeing her come apart because of her; but she refuses to give her the satisfaction.
Catelyn decides that she wants Cersei to work for what she wants, even if only for a short while.
“Is this really for me?” She proceeds to taunt, purposefully squeezing the other woman's cock in her hand. The low grunt she manages to extract from Cersei only works to excite her.
“Yes, my sweet. You make me insane.” Cersei responds. Her voice strained with arousal as she bucks her hips against the omega's hand, urgently seeking more friction.
Catelyn hums in response, she revels in the alpha's desperation for a moment longer before speaking again.
“Tell me, then. Tell me what you want.” She coaxes as she leans closer to kiss Cersei's jaw, her hand still firmly pressed against her hardness.
“I want– I want to make love to you, like I used to. I want to touch.. and kiss all the parts of your body you had once reserved only for me.” The queen says and Catelyn's heart clenches at the admittance.
The longing she feels is swiftly followed by an ache in her core that she can no longer ignore.
“I never stopped being yours, Cersei. Not once.” The omega utters, finally closing the gap between them to kiss her lover again.
“Touch me, please.” Catelyn breathes in between open mouthed kisses. “I ache for you, my alpha.” She pleads, and Cersei loses what is left of her resolve.
The queen kisses Catelyn's neck hungrily, groping at her chest before working to unlace her bodice.
She helps Catelyn slip out of it quickly before assisting the omega with her gown. As the fabric pools to the floor beneath her feet, Cersei meets her halfway, stripping herself off her own tunic.
Now standing half naked before her, Catelyn begins to trace her fingers across the alpha's toned torso, her lips parted; as though entranced by the sight.
Catelyn then finds Cersei's bulge once more, she palms at it greedily, earning another guttural noise from alpha.
“Gods– come here.” Cersei instructs as she tugs on the omega's arm, guiding her towards the bed.
Cersei stops by the edge, unlacing her breeches in haste. Her gaze never leaves Catelyn as she does so.
“Take that off.” She commands, and the omega removes her smallclothes as she is told, without protest.
Catelyn now stands bare and wanting, her chest heaving with anticipation. Her breath soon catches in her throat as she feels Cersei pull her in by the waist, capturing her mouth with her own for another searing kiss.
She can now feel the tip of the alpha's erection pressing up against her stomach, and Catelyn almost feels a sense of humiliation. What they are doing feels unseemly, utterly indecent, and still– it exhilarates her.
She wants the alpha to take her, as she used to.
“Please, Cersei, take me. Take what's yours.” Catelyn pleads, her voice reduced to a whine.
Cersei looks at her in a way that makes the omega want to cower. Yet it sends a thrill up her spine all the same.
The queen places a tender kiss on her cheek before stepping back to sit on the edge of the bed.
Catelyn does not need to be instructed any further, she straddles Cersei's lap and does so eagerly. Her wet heat now flush against the alpha's shaft.
She lets out a shuddering gasp as Cersei's mouth makes contact with her sensitive breasts. Now taken over by her desires, she begins to grind against the alpha's lap wantonly.
“Fuck– you are so wet.” Cersei groans at the sensation, her grip on Catelyn's waist tightening.
“I need you, please.” Catelyn begs again, bracing her hands on the alpha's shoulders.
Cersei places one last kiss in between the other woman's breasts before reaching down to grab the base of her own shaft. She lines the tip of her cock up to Catelyn's entrance, but she doesn't push herself in just yet.
“Go on, my sweet. Show me how much you need me. I want to feel it.” She asserts.
With the alpha's guidance, Catelyn finally lowers herself onto her cock.
The cry that escapes her is involuntary. The omega stills for a moment, trying to get used to the heady feeling as Cersei fills her to the hilt.
The alpha feels so thick and hard inside of her, Catelyn senses she might reach her peak already.
“Show me, my good girl.” Cersei demands once more, and all the omega manages is a whimper in response as she begins to move against Cersei's lap.
Catelyn moans aloud every time the alpha's cock hits just the right spot within her. Cersei's shaft is so large that she can feel every twitch and pulse, and it pushes her even closer to the edge.
The omega grows more emboldened with every passing moment; she soon begins to bounce on the other woman's shaft, gasping in pleasure every time the tip is pressed into her womb.
“Gods– you are perfect.” Cersei praises, her hands begin kneading the omega's breasts as she allows her to take her pleasure from her.
Catelyn wants to speak, but all that manages to leave her is a strained mewl.
Amidst the intense ecstasy she is experiencing, her gaze shifts towards the reading chair in the far corner; one that belongs to her husband.
Any shame Catelyn ought to feel is dulled in this moment. She should be remorseful; but she isn't.
The fact is, it was never like this with Ned. He never understood how to touch her, or what she enjoyed.
It has never once been like this with him.
Cersei groans as Catelyn suddenly steadies her movements into a slow grind against her cock once more. The feeling of the omega's walls clenching desperately around her girth accompanied by the lewd noises that fill the room nearly makes the alpha lose all of her restraint.
Catelyn is just as incoherent, her gasps and moans coming more frequently now as her hips jerk in an uncontrolled rhythm.
“Are you close?” Cersei asks, already knowing the answer.
A faint smirk tugs on her mouth as she watches the omega nod, Catelyn wears a strained expression, her gaze unfocused. “Yes, I- I'm close.”
Cersei then decides to heighten her lover's climax even further, she places a firm hand on the small of Catelyn's back before thrusting her hips up against the omega, driving her cock deep and hard inside of her, over and over.
“Cersei–” Catelyn cries out, her hands blindly grasping at the alpha in an effort to steady herself.
The queen winces as her lover grabs ahold of her curls harshly. Although, this only urges her to fuck the other woman harder.
With one more thrust and then another, Catelyn's body trembles uncontrollably, a loud, unrestrained moan leaves her as she reaches her peak, her head thrown back in pleasure.
Cersei lets out a moan of her own as she feels the omega's sudden gush of arousal dripping down her shaft.
Catelyn's body grows slack immediately after, her chest is still heaving violently as she rests her head on the alpha's broad shoulder.
“By the Gods–” She mutters weakly, and Cersei seems to find some amusement in her current state, as she chuckles.
“I am not finished with you yet.” The alpha promises, and Catelyn welcomes the shudder that runs through her body.
She eventually regains enough strength to lift her head, the omega proceeds to trail kisses along Cersei's neck and jaw, before eventually meeting the alpha's lips with her own.
“I love you.” She mutters against Cersei's mouth without thinking too much of it, and the queen's smirk now grows into a real smile.
“I love you too, Cat. I always have.” Cersei declares in return before threading her fingers through her lover's dark hair.
“Now, get on your hands and knees for me.” The alpha commands, reaching back to pat the bed with her unoccupied hand.
