"Huh! Ugh… Wish I could… take you with me… everywhere."
Wylis grunted as he pounded into his wife, doing that for over an hour now, claiming Lyanna like he was supposed to. He took her just the way she relished it the most, his large frame eclipsing her, nibbling her with kisses that left marks. Be it her perky pink-tipped nipples, her neck, or her face.
She'd ridden him already. She'd been prone. She'd been on all fours. And he'd pumped his load each time. Now, as they both reached close to their limit, they defaulted to the typical mating ritual, just loving husband and wife drowning in each other's eyes and bodily fluids.
"Oooooh! You're… Breaking me…" Lyanna cried out.
Lyanna's nails raked red trails across his broad shoulders and chest, digging deep into the sweat-slick muscle as his relentless thrusts spread her folds wide, her legs splayed under the crushing weight of his hips.
"Ooohhh Fucc—" She cursed through gritted teeth, moaned like a wild thing, and reveled in every brutal inch.
After his long absence, taking him to the hilt felt like a fresh challenge. A tight, burning stretch around his flesh sword each time, one she loved every single bloody time.
"Better not go anywhere now," she declared. Her hands clawed at his back to yank him down harder, as if she could keep him buried inside her forever.
Wylis smiled against her lips and claimed her mouth in a sloppy kiss, their tongues tangling in the wet chaos while her shorter frame nearly vanished under his towering frame. Thank Gods the bedding was thick and forgiving, or his seven-foot frame would have snapped her in two.
Yet the sheer disadvantage of his size only made her burn hotter, every overwhelming thrust a reminder of how perfect he was to her.
To Lyanna, every inch of him was pure blessing. She adored the hulking beast he'd become, had loved him even before the wars stretched him taller and broader, her own personal brute who fucked with the raw power… that was what she enjoyed.
Creak! Creak!
Their sturdy bed groaned in protest, the oak frame shuddering under the force.
Wylis seemed to grow more powerful each time they fucked, each savage plunge driving balls-deep into her soaked depths, stretching her soaked walls taut around his girth, the blunt cockhead battering so deep she swore she felt him throbbing in her belly.
Lyanna's toes curled tight, her back arching off the furs as the wave crashed over her, pleasure ripping through her core in violent spasms. Again and again with every brutal plunge.
"Oh Gods—Wylis! I love yo–ohhh. Fuck, I love you so much… Don't stop—ahh, my big stupid brute, I love you!"
Wylis crushed his mouth to hers again, pouring every ounce of his longing into the kiss, the world colorless without his she-wolf. Her clenching pussy squeezed his cock mercilessly through the tail of her climax, walls fluttering and squeezing until his own release surged hot up his shaft.
"Yes! That's where that cock should be! Aaaaah… inside me… pour it all… in me-eeeh! Dammit, I fucking… love you," she moaned again after breaking the kiss. The bid for air came out as cries of pure delight while her body shook uncontrollably.
Wylis ground down with a final, diving plunge that sank the mattress deep, forcing her legs to strain wider, her pale northern body thriving on the roughness she begged for. None of that flowery delicacy for his Lyanna, just raw, pounding force until she shattered. Over and over ramming into the gates of her womb.
He wrapped his thick arms around her head like a cage, cradling her cheek against the hard swell of his biceps, lips brushing hot breaths into her ear. His cock erupted at last, flooding her core with thick, pulsing ropes of his seed.
No, this wasn't the night he'd give her another babe. That was going to be more special. For now, it was just them, lost in the messy, primal longing.
Squelch! Squelch!
"Ugh…" Wylis groaned low into the delicate shell of her ear. His hips jerked through the last thick throbs as his cock filled her pussy, until the filth turned frothy and sticky, a warm puddle forming around his buried shaft, coating him balls-deep in their mingled mess.
"Love you too, Lyanna," he whispered into her ear. Not loud, not tame, just deep and hoarse enough to tell her she was stuck with him forever.
Wylis felt her wet walls clench hard around him in reaction to his words. He chuckled against her skin when he felt it ripple up his girthy length. His she-wolf always melted for his whispers. His batter was spent, but his cock stayed iron-hard for her, cradled in that scorching, slick grip, too snug and perfect to soften.
With a smooth roll of his hips, he pivoted them both, flipping her atop without ever leaving her warm cunt. His rigid pole was still lodged deep, stretching her swollen petals like a wet glove, bathing in the hot slurry of his cream and her nectar.
Lyanna collapsed forward, weak and trembling, cheek pressed to the broad slab of his chest, panting hard as his throbbing cock burned deliciously inside her sore pussy, the ache blooming deep.
Wylis dragged the heavy quilt up over them both, the scent of sex thick in the air as he held her close.
"Hmm.." Lyanna moaned softly and lifted her head to look at his face. She was too short to keep his cock buried inside and kiss him properly, so one pleasure had to yield. Slowly, deliberately, she crawled up, thighs trembling as she dragged her pussy lips along his length.
Inch by inch, his thick rod slipped free, the drag exquisitely ticklish, until the swollen head popped out with a wet, lewd squelch. A rush of his thick batter followed, spilling hot from her gaping, throbbing entrance, trickling down her inner thighs, and soaking the sheets.
"Uughh~" she purred in delight. Her eyes rolled back as her body shuddered from the sticky, wet emptiness. Her pussy twitched, as if asking for more.
She didn't give a damn about the mess. She crawled higher, hands sinking into the pillow on either side of his head, her long brown hair tumbling down around them, framing his rugged face; those eyes, the growing beard, her man, her everything.
But then worry flickered across her flushed face, gorgeous brows drawing together. "What are we going to do, Wylis?"
"Think nothing of it." Wylis wrapped an arm around her, settling her against his chest.
"We've got two choices, and neither's dire. Cut that hair short again, dye it red, smear on a little face paint, and you'll look a different soul. Or you hide away with Elia and Rhaella while Anna takes your place. She's short, brown-haired; close enough. I'll handle the maids and servants. One of my gifts lets me sniff out any foe creeping through our lands. Any such man who dares enter this keep will find himself weeded out before his first breath."
Lyanna stayed nestled against him, humming softly with her ear pressed to his chest. "Hiding from him sounds like the cleverest plan. Anna's sweet, she'll manage just fine, but… how long is Robert going to linger here? I'm tired of us being apart for months at a stretch."
He had the same thought. Not just Lyanna, he wanted to be with all of them. Give them attention, give his children attention. At least be a better father than the one he knew and hated from his old life. There was no point in having a lot of wealth and might if you couldn't even be there for those who mattered.
His arms squeezed her warm frame, hugging the life out of her. "A week, at best. I'll try to throw him Ned's way. They're better friends with each other than either is with me."
"Hm…" She chuckled, a hand caressing his jaw. "Let Ned handle him. I've plenty more to handle here."
Her hand slid down under her hips, gripping his cum-drenched half-hard shaft, waking it up back to life. Oh, she wasn't done yet. After so long, she needed more, far more of her lord husband's cock than one may consider healthy.
And Wylis, oh, he loved her quirks.
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Underneath Ramsgate Castle,
Qyburn firmly believed in his lord's words. Everything spoken and written. He didn't question, no matter how absurd it may sound. He simply accepted it and tried to understand it, giving every topic the benefit of the doubt, that it was his own knowledge that was lacking.
He knew it was Lord Wylis who destroyed the Frey bridge. He'd known of his lord's otherworldly feats long before even Lady Kaiser did. He'd seen that rock fly, and he'd also noticed how Lord Wylis kept making the underground chambers of the castle bigger and broader, slowly forming a vast labyrinth. A labyrinth that he used.
He also had his own tower, however, where he housed his ravens and such. It was useful as a suitable place to work after being underground for so long. Not to mention, the underground chambers served as the perfect experimentation grounds.
The printing press that Lord Wylis had invented was already housed in a large chamber, numbering no more than fifteen. They printed books, many copies of them. To this day, he marveled at the machine whenever he saw it. How ingenious it was.
But that day, Lord Wylis had ordered him to meet in the experimentation chamber early in the morning. The experimentation chamber was something of a new addition, an enclosed room with filtered air circulation, paved floors, and smooth walls. He didn't know its use, however.
I suppose I'll learn today.
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