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Wylis woke up late the next morning. Lyanna was already gone from the bed to do whatever she did. He got dressed, washed his face, brushed his teeth with a self-made brush, and went to eat some breakfast.
"My lord, Lady Genna wishes to see you in her chamber."
About time.
Wylis sent the servant away and finished his breakfast, finally rinsing his mouth with some mint-lemonade to wash the taste of eggs, meat, and milk.
Dressed in a simple tunic and trousers, he went upstairs to the guest bedchamber where Genna was staying. She'd been living in his castle for some time now.
Knock! Knock!
"Please, come inside, my lord."
At that call, he pushed the doors open and entered. As the floor was high, the bedchamber had wider windows. Sunlight filled the room, basking everything in a warm glow. And near the bed stood Genna Lannister in all but a single heavy cloak that covered her body entirely from neck to toe.
What a woman.
He eyed her messy golden-blonde hair, her lips painted red with something. Her face was naturally round, but not in an unsightly way. She was just perfect, thick was a word that he rarely used, but she was.
"You wanted to see me, my lady?"
Genna's lips curved into a slow, hungry smile as she stepped closer, the golden earrings at her ears trembling with every sway of her hips. "Far too long, my lord. The last time we met, you were not yet a knight, and now… Gods look at you. I'm utterly in awe of your stature, in every possible sense."
He chuckled and took a step closer to her. She smelled of wine and more, arousal perhaps. "My lady, what you saw within these walls—"
"Won't leave, just as this moment between us." Genna clarified before he could even finish. "Lady Elia told me every word of the terms you offered her. You still hold to Robert's throne; you would still bleed for his line. That is all I need… that my niece never suffers what Elia and Rhaella suffered."
Cersei's suffering enough already.
"And what of this moment between us?"
Genna smirked proudly and slipped her hands out of her draping cloak, spreading it wide open like a curtain, revealing the absolute nudity behind. Not a single piece of cloth was on her, completely bare, ripe, full, glorious.
The cloak pooled around her feet.
There she was, completely exposed, skin flushed with need. Her hips flared wide, begging to be gripped hard enough to bruise. That magnificent bosom; Gods, each one more than enough to bury a man's face whole. They swelled with every breath, soft and heavy.
Wylis gulped, his throat dry as his gaze dragged lower. Her belly was soft, a gentle curve that led to the neat trim of golden curls decorating her cunt. He could already imagine how slick she was, how needy, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
"Leonel is the joy of my life. Won't you gift this poor lady more joy?" Genna asked, licking her lips, stepping closer to him. She had a belt tied around her neck, and she grabbed its loose end. "Here, hold my leash and lead me through this moment. You won't hear me complain, just moan. Oh… bruise me… Wylis."
She pressed the strap into his palm, eyes locked on his, wide and begging. Pure, shameless submission shining in those depths.
Wylis saw it clear as day. The leash, her pleading tone. She craved something her sniveling Frey husband could never give. And he towered over her by more than a head, broad and muscled from years of training. He could give her exactly what she hungered for, pin her down, own her completely.
He rolled the leather belt slowly around his knuckle, feeling the tension where she'd already cinched it snug against her throat. Then he yanked, sharp and sudden. Genna stumbled forward with a soft gasp, crashing into his chest.
His free hand shot up, claws digging into one heavy breast. Soft as warm clouds under his fingers, yet so full it overflowed his grip. Her nipple stiffened instantly, a hard peak poking into his palm.
Her hands instantly moved to untie his trousers, eyes focused on him only.
"Open your mouth."
Genna obeyed at once, lips parting, eyes already glazed with lust.
"Wider," he barked, tone roughening.
She stretched her jaw obediently, mouth gaping, breath coming hot and fast.
"Tongue out all the way."
Out it came, pink and wet, trembling slightly as she held it there for him. Nothing in the world mattered but his command.
Wylis smirked. He spat directly onto her waiting tongue, watching it land. He wanted to see how deep her submission ran, how much degradation this proud lioness would swallow for the fucking she craved.
Genna didn't flinch. She closed her mouth, swallowed deliberately, throat working under the leather belt. Then she opened again, wider this time, tongue extended, eyes gleaming with filthy gratitude, silently begging for more.
"Oh, Genna. I'll enjoy this."
With a chuckle, Wylis tugged sharply on the leash. The leather bit into her throat, forcing Genna up onto her toes. Higher, higher, until her calves trembled and she stood on her toes. He held it mercilessly tight, keeping her stretched and straining. Then he leaned down, his teeth caught her lower lip, biting just hard enough to sting before his tongue plunged in, sipping the hot, wine-sweet slickness of hers.
Genna's entire body shivered in ecstasy, every inch of her skin prickling as she struggled to stay on her toes. The pull on her throat made breathing deliciously restricted. She couldn't lower herself; he wouldn't allow it. The burn in her calves only fed the fire pooling low in her belly.
She loved this. Oh, how she loved it. As a Lannister, few men dared lay rough hands on her; fewer still could. And her Frey husband? A trembling half-wit who rutted like a nervous boy and finished before she'd even warmed. Her life was so dry that she found intrigue in Tywin's court.
But now, finally, she tasted the spice she'd craved, the fierce joy of being truly wanted, truly taken.
Wylis was everything her husband wasn't. A towering beast of muscle and scars, gorgeous in his raw power, wiser and nobler than any storybook knight. The man who'd shielded queens and princesses with his own flesh. No one in Westeros could match him.
"Enough." Wylis broke the hot kiss and let his loosened trousers drop. "On your knees."
"Yes!"
Genna dropped eagerly, knees hitting the stone, only for the leash to snap taut again. The sudden jerk yanked her in, throat constricting under the belt as his dripping cockhead slapped heavy against her plump, parted lips. She hadn't braced for it, but she'd dreamed of this. Her mouth opened instinctively, welcoming him.
The thick, naked crown pushed past her lips in one ruthless thrust.
"Ghk!"
She felt how his cock filled her gullet instantly. Hot, heavy, tasting of salt and faint musk of his earlier arousal. The belt dug deeper into her throat with every inch of flesh he fed her, a filthy choke that made her eyes water and her cunt clench hard on nothing. She felt her throat burning, jaw stretched impossibly wide around his girth, the leash keeping her helpless. Thrill surged through her like wildfire. This was pure, sinful degradation, surrendering to the only man worthy. Her nipples ached, stiff and begging; slick heat dripped down her thighs as she moaned around him, the vibration humming along his shaft.
Ghk! Spurt! Ghk!
He fucked her mouth without mercy, thrusting forward in steady, claiming strokes.
Her mouth felt stuffed, his cock longer than her bloody face, fat enough to make her lips burn white at the corners. No man in the Seven Kingdoms could compare; she was certain of it. Her throat spasmed around the invading head each time he pushed deeper, gagging her sweetly.
Tears streaked her cheeks as saliva spilled from her chin. And yet she wanted to choke on every impossible inch. She couldn't fathom how she had taken him before, but her body remembered the stretch and craved it. She hollowed her cheeks, sucked harder, begging with her tongue for the brutal reward.
"Mmmm-nghk!" She choked hard, barely halfway down her throat, before her body rebelled.
The belt yanked tight, pulling her face in as his hips thrust back and forth relentlessly. Spit drooled from her bottom lip, dripping onto her heaving breasts, while fresh tears blurred her eyes. No other man would dare treat a Lannister like this, like a common whore on her knees. But that was what thrilled her. The shame burned through her, twisting straight into raw, dripping need between her thighs.
Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!
Each plunge forced her lips wider, stretching them taut around his iron-hard rod.
She looked up through watery lashes, meeting his gaze. Hungry, and utterly in control. Every throbbing, heated slide of his fat cock sent sparks down her spine, bullying past her clenching throat. And somehow, he knew her limit perfectly, always pulling back just before it was too much. He dominated her completely, but never damaged her. She adored him for it, worshipped him with every desperate suck.
"Mmmmm!"
She felt him swell impossibly thicker against her tongue. He was close, she could tell by the way his thighs tensed under her palms, by the erratic twitch deep in her throat.
Sluuuurp!
But then he pulled out of her mouth, all the way out. A thick, glistening trail of spit arched between her swollen lips and his flushed tip, dangling obscenely before it broke.
"On the bed." He yanked the belt-leash hard, hauling her to her feet like a prized mare. She stumbled, legs shaky, cunt throbbing with emptiness.
Pa!
His broad hand cracked against her round ass as she walked ahead of him, the sharp sting making her asscheeks jiggle and bloom with heat. The pale flesh turned angry red, bruised with his palm prints.
Oh, that delicious sting. She couldn't wait for more, couldn't wait to feel the ache tomorrow with every step.
"No, on your belly." He had total control and shoved her forward until she fell face-first on the bed. He then pulled off his own tunic in one swift motion, never leaving her leash for more than a moment.
She crawled up obediently, ass high, and felt the mattress dip as he climbed right behind her.
His powerful knees spread wide, straddling her creamy underthighs, pinning her prone and weak under his weight.
"Aaaaah! Yes…!"
Holy fuck, she's built for birthing babes.
Wylis drank in the sight of her round peach, so supple and ripe, juicy flesh spilling between his fingers as he clawed them, kneaded them, lost himself in the soft give. Even the tight pucker of her other entrance winked at him, tempting him. Genna Lannister was a woman made to be pounded day and night. It was her curse to be chained to that Frey fool when she should be stretched around a real man.
Pa!
Another sharp slap landed, turning her ass sore, his handprint glowing like brands. Then he dug his heels into the bedding, spread her cheeks wide with rough thumbs, and squeezed his oversized crown between her thighs. The fat head nudged her leaking folds, scorching.
"Agh… Y-Yes…"
"Yes, what?"
"In me… put it in me!"
"Why?" He felt the lewd need to hear her say it, loud and shamelessly proud.
"I want it, please! Just… stretch me with that fat cock… Oh!"
"Hm? Not ashamed of asking for such a thing? You're a Lannister lady."
He probed teasingly, the swollen tip stretching her open inch by inch. She was still so impossibly tight around him, wet walls fluttering in protest and welcome. "Say it… Who are you?"
"Mmmmh!" She clawed at the bedsheets, knuckles white, hips rocking back shamelessly. "W-Whore… Your whore! That's who I am… Fill me-eeeeeh!"
Wylis smirked wickedly and yanked the leash hard enough to force her up onto her elbows.
The belt bit into her neck, arching her back sharply, and her hips wiggled back on their own, greedy and shameless. She took every filthy inch, her soaked cunt swallowing the first few ridges of his cock with a wet, greedy gulp. The cry that tore from her throat was pure lust, echoing off the stone walls and straight into his balls.
She slapped the bed hard, fingers twisting in the sheets as her whole body shook. "Nnnnnngh… So—oooooh! So big! More, harder!"
"Very well, whore it is."
Plap!
"Aaaaaaaaagh! Fuck!"
Genna rarely cursed, but she had to. She couldn't see it, couldn't twist to watch, but she felt it. She felt him bury every last inch until his hips slammed flush against her ass and his cockhead harshly nudging the mouth of her womb.
He certainly was.
The heat of her cunt was unholy. Soaked walls clamped down like a fist, squeezing him from root to tip in a slick, pulsing grip. Her muscles fluttered around him, milking, begging, so drenched that her juices coated his shaft and dripped down his balls. He could feel every ridge of her pussy dragging over his veins, every desperate suction that tried to pull him deeper. Greed roared through him, thick and savage, the kind that made a man want to rut until the world burned.
His balls slapped against her ass, the perfect thick cushion that swallowed each impact with a soft, wet smack. She was the tightest, slipperiest tunnel he'd felt months, and he knew he could pound her for hours. For now, he savored the molten warmth wrapped around him.
He felt the frantic twitches deep inside her, right where he pressed against the gates of her womb, knocking like he wanted to break them down.
Plap!
He didn't ask permission. He simply gave her what she begged for.
Plap! Plap!
He started pounding, hips snapping forward with brutal force. Genna's prone body smothered under him, the bedding bunching with every thrust. Her swollen pussy lips stretched in and out, clinging to his girth. Her petals dragged inside with each plunge and bloomed open when he pulled back. Airy gasps, filthy squelches, the thick musk of sex flooded the chamber, but loudest of all were Genna's moans, reckless and wild.
"Oh Gods! Yes! Fuck… your whore, Wylis. Ruin me! Harder, please! Use me like the filthy Lannister slut I am! Don't… stop…never stop!"
He tightened the leash again, pulling her head back until her throat was bared.
She scrambled for the belt with trembling fingers. She gripped it hard, the leather squeaking under her desperate hold. Not to loosen it, never, but to anchor herself as pleasure threatened to shatter her.
Wylis was far stronger. He gave her exactly what she'd craved all those nights of stifled pleasure. A total, merciless fucking.
And… she broke.
"Yes, yes! Yesssssss! Fuck yesshh–!"
With a violent scream, she convulsed in savage spasms as a hot, watery squirt gushed around his pistoning cock. Her nectar spluttered and frothed, more and more as he kept ramming into her scorching core. The bedding turned into a sloshy puddle, soaked through. Every thrust made obscene, churning noises as he sloshed through her release.
Squelch! Srlk! Splosh!
His own cock was already on the verge, ready to explode.
"You want it in? Is that it, Genna?"
"Yes! Give me a babe… a big… beautiful babe!"
Wylis chuckled, then ground his hips forward with the crushing weight of his entire body. He nestled as deep as flesh would allow, cockhead lodged tight against her womb, and shattered.
Thick, gooey ropes of white erupted, utterly flooding her core. Shot after shot splattered against twitching, soaked walls. So much that it overflowed, creamy drips bubbling out around his buried shaft and smearing down her ass in sticky streams. He pulsed and pumped until her cunt was stuffed full, until every twitch of her walls milked another lazy spurt from his balls.
Ting!
[Name: Genna Lannister
Age: 39
Occupation: Mother, Advisor
Current Loyalty: 90%
Status: Impregnated]
That was fast. And ninety? Sweet heaven!
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