Even as the last shudder left him, he kept moving, hips rolling in that same rhythm. He fucked her deeper into the ruined bedding, cock staying iron-hard. He wasn't nearly done with her yet.
"Turn… around," he ordered.
Genna rolled onto her back with shaky limbs, legs splayed open.
The moment she settled, he mounted her again, sliding between her plush, fluffy thighs and jamming balls-deep in one ruthless thrust like his cock belonged there. His massive frame enveloped her completely, shadowing her like an oversized quilt of muscle and sweat. Her full tits flattened against his chest, and his sheer weight pressed her deep into the mattress until most of her body vanished under him, pinned down.
She groaned, the sound muffled beneath his crushing weight.
He was gloriously, deliciously heavy. Every ounce of muscle and bone driving his hips down into her sore, reddened cunt with relentless force. Each thrust pinned her deeper into the soaked mattress, her body jolting, thighs quivering around his waist as he stretched her flushed walls over and over.
"Y-You… Wylis…" She stared at his sweat-dripping face.
Wylis met her gaze and smiled. He planted his elbows beside her ears, caging her completely, and cupped the sides of her face with his large hands. "Yes?"
"C-Can… I-uh… live here… forever?"
Plap! Plap!
Creak! Creak!
She forgot to moan, breath caught in her chest, needing his answer more than air.
"As long as…" He ground hard, burying himself to the hilt and resting his damp forehead against hers. "You give me more. Many more… babes."
"Oh! I will! I will… so many… so, so many… yes! Harder!"
Wylis silenced her with a kiss. He drowned himself in her. Every inch of her soft, shapely perfection was a feather-light luxury. Outside those walls, he would never degrade a woman, never strip her of the respect she was due. But Genna… Genna begged to be nothing more than his personal cocksleeve, and he was more than happy to oblige.
Soon, he unloaded another heavy load of fresh cream into her, followed by her third climax.
But Wylis was Wylis for a reason, and he kept going.
He had hours yet, and he used them well.
Flipping her, folding her, slamming into her from every angle until her voice was hoarse and her body trembled uncontrollably.
By the time he finally pulled out and left her sprawled and utterly spent, the entire bed was drenched. Sunlight poured in strongly, the sun high above the castle walls.
He had pounded her without pause or mercy until midday. Her breasts were bruised with his suckles and bites; her ass bore the clear red imprint of his hands; her pussy gaped swollen and flushed, glistening with froth that still leaked lazily from her stretched petals.
Even her lips were puffy and swollen from the countless devouring kisses. The belt around her neck was removed hours earlier, the moment he'd noticed the skin beneath turning too dark. He would dominate her, ruin her with pleasure, but never truly harm her.
"I-uh… need a bath."
"As do I, my lady." He wore his clothes, a bit sore. "Rest well."
Genna, in pure bliss, smiled, staring as Wylis came over and pecked her lips one last time before leaving through the door.
She could swear she still felt a phantom cock still stretching her open. And now, she knew, where she used to barely feel her husband before, she wouldn't even notice him anymore. The man was as unremarkable as Wylis was remarkable.
"Oh… I envy Lyanna… and the others."
####
Wylis had the stamina of a beast. His little meeting with Genna that morning was simply a small part of his long day. Moreover, he wasn't done with her, as he still had official matters to discuss with her.
But for now, he let the woman rest and went out into the town to oversee all the work being done. It was bustling for what it was, and the wall around the mesa on which his castle sat was almost done. The gatehouse was being built at the moment, and the mechanism for a drop bridge. Soon, water would flow in that moat.
The north-western part of the town was completely removed, making way for the future administration district that Wylis had planned. It would house all the work-related buildings, the schools, the military headquarters, the hospitals. It would also have its own private port and would have some of the finest inns in Ramsgate, which would serve wealthy or influential guests. It was a class divide that Wylis couldn't just ignore. It existed, and he had to entertain it. He could only minimize it.
As he walked towards the docs, he planned the entire revamp of the area. The port was small for his vision, so it would need to be extended over the entire southern shore of the city. He also wanted a lot of greenery, and to make the future city of Ramsgate an actual livable place, not a hellhole that smelled of shit. Of course, sewers were important for that. He was going to work on them personally, digging tunnels underground.
Then, he met with the builders and helped them take some measurements for the second stage of the project. The second wall was going to circle the moat's wall, leaving plenty of space between the two walls to build a planned administrative district.
Once again, it was going to be a large-scale project. But Wylis didn't mind, as he was seeing the intended effects of generating so many low-skill, paid labour jobs. People from around the North and Riverlands were flocking to Ramsgate to earn some coin.
[Tyrant's Fief]
[32000 acres, 50 sq.miles.
People - 4718
Garrison - 50 Men
GDP - 200 Golden Dragons
Industries Main - Timber and fish
Cities - 0
Town - 1
Villages - 11
Ships - 20
Fleets - 0
Horses - 484
Cows - 715
Sheep - 7650
Goats - 1832]
Looking at the numbers, it excited him. The population of his fief had increased by five hundred. While the GDP remained the same as he didn't generate any income, the effects were showing. Horses, cows, sheep, and goats had also increased. Now it also showed twenty ships under his possession and a garrison of 50 men that he had recruited.
Wait a minute. I have fifty men in my army already.
As expected, he checked the 'Tyrant of the Lands' chain quest and found its first stage already completed. The second stage demanded that he have a hundred men. Similarly, the first stage of the Tyrant of the Seas chain quest was completed, as he already had ten ships with crew. Heck, he had twenty ships for the second stage, but they weren't fully manned yet.
I… think I received the rewards.
He tried to remember some details. The skills promised had tiers, and he had received Naval Command Skill Tier 1 and Army Command Skill Tier 1. He didn't know how much of an improvement they would be, however.
But the truth was, he wanted to cross the first level of 'A Tyrant's Lair' chain quest. But it was also the hardest as it needed him to raise Ramsgate's population to ten thousand. The reward was Talent Hunter Skill, one that would make his life a lot easier.
So much to do.
Only getting frustrated, he returned to his castle and walked inside his solar. He grabbed a parchment and started writing, a big smirk plastered on his face.
"Lord Walder Frey, it grieves me to hear what befell your house after I took my leave. A tragedy like that comes once in a hundred lifetimes, and it had to fall on yours. A pity. Yet I wager House Frey will crawl back to its feet. The bridge will rise again, and the tolls will clink in your coffers once more... in a decade or four, mayhaps…"
It was a letter for Walder Frey. As most nobles were sending condolences for the tragedy, he had to write one too. But to him it brought a far greater joy. After all, he was certain Walder must have doubts in his mind, accusations that the old fuck just couldn't prove.
Too bad, I can't see his face.
Creak!
Right then, the door opened. Rhaenys' curious head peeked inside first, then her eyes sparkled after seeing him. She giggled and rushed in, dragging her mother along behind.
"You promised, Wylis."
He chuckled and put away the quill, pushing his chair back to make some space. He watched as the five-year-old girl ran up to him and tried to climb up his chair to sit on his lap. He didn't help her.
"Uh!"
She worked hard, using her little arms to reach his armrest and then climbing with her feet. Being a big man, even his chair was high and big. For little Rhaenys, it was no different from climbing a mountain.
But right when she was about to fall back, Wylis grabbed her and pulled her onto his right leg, seating her there. She instantly started toying with the paperweight, bobbing her head around, just happy to be there.
"Very well, let's begin with the tale of Robin Hood. But where is your brother?" He asked, lifting his gaze to Elia across the table.
"He's asleep," Elia replied.
"Fine, I'll tell you the story, and you can pass it on to him." He said and grabbed the little girl so she wouldn't fall back from his leg. "Pay attention now, Leia."
"Mama!" Rhaenys chirped brightly and patted Wylis's other leg. "Come, come, sit here. You hear it too, what if I forget something?"
"..."
Wylis looked at Elia, the dusky woman, just as surprised as him. He chuckled, ready to refuse Rhaenys. But to his complete shock, the Dornish princess got up, walked around his table and approached him.
No, she wouldn't do that. Why wo—
She did just that. She stepped between his legs and sat down sideways on his left thigh, plush with all her weight.
Soft! Why the hell is she doing this?
He looked up at Elia's face, her dark lashes long, her black eyes focused back at his. The woman was gorgeous, and he was ready to go to battle to defend that. She was slender, her weight barely enough for him to be bothered.
"Story time!"
Rhaenys chirped, and Wylis, without realising, instinctively placed a hand behind Elia as well, but it landed low between the small of her back and hips. He didn't move it away, however, just let it linger, as Elia herself seemed relaxed, her one hand placed on his shoulder.
He didn't attempt anything further, however, and started telling the story
"There was a town called Nottingham…" Wylis told the story as he remembered, leaving out no detail. He had to change some names and locations, however, as there was no Austria in Westeros or Essos.
Still, it was undeniable that he felt hot with Elia sitting on his lap; the scent of the Dornish perfumes she'd obtained through traders did plenty to excite him. His hand on her back had already gone down enough to grope her ass, but he never made the action of doing it.
He added some action in the story as Rhaenys loved that, and changed a few things here and there to make it more exciting. He didn't end it on a somber ending, however. Instead, he gave Rhaenys the happy ending, where the King returns and forgives Robin Hood for being an outlaw.
"...In the end, Robin marries Maid Marian, and together they celebrate with the Merry Men, promising to keep helping those in need and protecting the poor." He ended the story. "And that was the tale of Robin Hood."
Woosh!
At fierce speed, Rhaenys jumped down from his lap and ran towards the door.
"I'll tell it to Jon before I forget," she shouted and ran out.
Uh… this is awkward.
He fully expected Elia to get up and walk away as if nothing had happened. But instead, the woman pivoted her knees inward between his legs, turning her face so she could see him. Her one arm slid over his shoulder as her body leaned into his chest.
She had started it, and Wylis had every right to take this matter further. But he didn't; he saw no reason for it. He was still unsure about Elia's intentions. His hand on her ass did twitch, however.
"My lord," Elia muttered, her words laced with a whispering flavor of intimacy. "You must never forget. Without you, all this will crumble. Everything ends in the worst imaginable way."
His grip hardened on her rear. "I am aware, Myra."
"I heard what happened in Maidenpool." Elia purred, her face inching closer to his. "Leia and Jon see you as a father. Losing you would devastate them."
"Don't worry, I see them the same way. They're like my own children," he assured her.
But Elia's lips came so close to his. He could taste her breath. He stared into her eyes, and he really didn't know what she was thinking. On one hand, he was hard, on the other, he didn't want to do this if she was feeling obliged to give him favors.
"My lady, we shouldn't do this. You're a—"
"True, a princess shouldn't." Elia caressed the back of his head with her fingers, her eyes shimmering, as if drunk on the sight. "But I'm Myra, aren't I?"
She leaned in with intent, her nose brushing past his, and her lips were ready.
Knock! Knock!
"Wylis? Are you in there?"
Creak!
Elia flinched and jumped from his lap, stepping away from him like he was the plague. Blush marred her cheeks, and with silent steps, she walked all the way around to the other side of the table.
Right then, Lyanna walked in lazily. "There you are. I've been searching for you."
Elia didn't linger. She greeted Lyanna and left his solar.
Wylis just stared at his wife with a knowing look. He had seen this woman since he was young; he knew what mischief looked like just from her eyes. "How long were you out there?"
"Since Leia ran out," Lyanna said with a crooked smirk, leaning back against the table by his chair. "She craves you, Wylis. But I'm not giving you up without a fight. Just a bit of naughty fun... it might leave her wanting you even more desperately."
"Since when has she been like this?" He asked, getting up.
"Oh, I saw the way her eyes lit up the moment you climbed out of the spring with that thick log swinging between your legs. I don't blame her one bit, my love. I'd melt into a hopeless mess too if you surprised me that way. She must have fancied you for a while, but seeing you bare like that... well, it clearly set something alight in her."
Wylis hummed, not much bothered by that. No, he was bothered by his stunning wife. "What about the fire lit in me?"
"What d—aaaaah!"
Without a warning, Wylis grabbed Lyanna by her hips and hauled her over one shoulder like a sack of grain. He wrapped an arm around her ass, keeping her there while she playfully slapped his back, laughing.
"Time we fill our bedchamber with those pretty moans of yours and the wild peaks that follow," Wylis declared and headed towards the door. "You'll not walk straight for days, love. I'll quench this burning need in the hottest sheath gods made for me."
"Oh, threatening me with good time, my love?" Lyanna chirped.
Laughing, Wylis reached the door and…
"Qyburn?" He found the old banished maester standing there, a deep frown on his face.
"My lord! Oh, the Gods are testing you."
"What happened?" Lyanna asked, using her hands to lift herself so she could turn her head to look.
"A raven came… King Robert is coming to Ramsgate!"
"..."
"Fuck!" Wylis cursed, his hard wood instantly turning into a soft twig. "Can't I have some peace just once?"
"Oh! Fuck me!" Lyanna cursed the same, as she had every reason to hide from that man.
Ting!
What now?
[New Side Quest - A Tyrant's Feast
Description - A Tyrant holds nothing back when it comes to hosting friends and feasts.
Goal - King Robert must leave Ramsgate with the memory of the feast etched in his mind. Remembered as the greatest feast of his life.
Reward - New Title & King Robert's Favor]
What? W-Why would I do that? That'll make him return again and again.
Never before had Wylis received such a paradoxical quest. And sadly, now he knew the price of failing them. It felt like he was asked to jump left or right, but both sides led to a cliff.
No matter what I do, I'm fucked.
______________________
Check out Wylis X Lyanna Stark NSFW Art & Wylis with Kids SFW ART, and advance chapters at [email protected]/MrPlotThickens Or Subscribestar.adult/mrplotthickens
Advance chapters on [PATREON] are in long-form format. I have 10 long chapters of this story on Patreon. That's equal to 24-28 Webnovel chapters.
Old Free Art on Discord: https://discord.gg/W5FdB6WXaP