First thing I noticed was my penis and how hard it was, forming a little tent under the sheets. Around 6 inches erect. I awoke horny as usual, I reall...y had to go take care of it so I stood up, put on some cotton briefs and grabbed a fresh towel before heading off to the bathroom. Looking forward to that shower and much needed privacy I thought to myself as I almost bumped into my mother."Ohhh look who's finally up! It's past twelve already, how did you sleep?" Morning, great, I'm just off to. You feel me get up from the bed and ask me where I'm going. I don't respond. I came back not too long after as quietly as I could and ran my fingers up your folds. God you are so wet. You gasp a little since you were expecting me to be there. You asked "is that you babe?" And then it dawned on me... Maybe this could be fun. So again, no response. I climbed over you and spread your legs far apart as they could go. I had a surprise for you. I took my strap on in my hand and rubbed the tip against. And frankly, dildoing herself every night wasn’t working either. She heard from a friend that if she were ever in the city she was assigned to now that she should look up The Bazaar. Well it was early for her after her work day. Normally she would work until 10 or 11 each night in the office and then head to the hotel for a few hours of sleep. Tonight she found herself with a few extra hours. And she was terribly horned up. So she called a Uber driver and went over to the Bazaar. . Soaked to the skin his linen shirt and doublet clinging to his body he found his horse cowering away from the ruin. He hoisted himself and his lady up onto the saddle. She seemed to have fallen back into unconsciousness but a quick check told him that she was still breathing. He needed to get as far away as possible from the castle. He spurred his horse into a gallop and made for the nearest inn. It would be too dangerous to try and make it to his own keep tonight. He came across the Craster.