Lady Leona had grabbed his hand before he could leave. And that was the sign. All that Wylis needed.
"Very well." He said, removed her hand, and quickly locked the door. Then, as he walked back towards her bed, he began removing his clothes.
He saw her eager, hungry eyes. And he offered her a feast. A night with a man she'd never forget. Far different from any she'd ever had. With a true knight.
He removed his tunic, revealing his muscle-clad torso, each piece of him carved with years of hard work. Then he lowered his breeches, revealing his enormous, fat cock that many women struggled to take.
Completely naked, he walked over to her and finally stopped beside the bed close to her face. His cock was already hard, flexed, and landed on her face with a plap. Wylis wasn't interested in kissing her, or making love in the 'love' sense.
She was hungry for a night of passion, and he was willing to give it.
Wylis threaded his thick fingers through her blonde hair. He guided her face with gentle insistence, tilting it just a bit. Standing beside the low bed, his height forced his cock to angle downward, the heavy length brushing against the curve of her cheek.
Leona's eyes never once left the thick shaft hovering so close. She seemed mesmerized, lips parted on a shallow breath, cheeks flushed deep.
He tightened his grip just enough, a subtle claw in her hair, and nudged her forward. The swollen, flushed crown pressed insistently against her plush lips. She hesitated; then those full, wine-stained lips parted slowly. Her mouth stretched into a perfect, tight O around his girth, lips pulling taut as she accepted the first thick inch.
Wylis watched her eyes widen further, a flicker of awe. No man had ever asked this much of her mouth before; the realization made his shaft pulse against her tongue. He doubted she was ever truly fucked. A man like Ser Wylis didn't seem strong enough to last long, or even bother with foreplay.
"Ummmm." Wylis let out a groan, relishing that warmth.
He felt her tongue curl and lap greedily at the swollen knob lodged just inside her lips. She explored the crown, the sensitive slit already weeping precum that she swallowed down with tiny, reflexive gulps. Wylis kept still, savoring, letting the slow slide of her tongue worship what she could reach. The tight suction was messy, unpracticed, but so very willing.
His free hand dipped into the loose neckline of her gown and fished out her succulent breasts, though a bit saggy. They tumbled free with a soft jiggle, fuller and softer. Then, he eagerly cupped one breast, thumb circling the stiff peak before pinching lightly, rolling it between rough fingertips. He kneaded slowly, enjoying the way the soft flesh overflowed his palm while her mouth continued its adoring suck.
Leona whimpered around his cock, the vibration traveling straight down his length as she suckled his cockhead. Her cheeks hollowed with every pull, soft suction pulling at him like she was trying to nurse his cock.
"Hmmhh~"
Wylis moved softly, hips rocking gently, never forcing. Just feeding her the first thick three inches over and over, letting her lips seal and release with wet little kisses. More and more of her spit coated his shaft, making it gleam each time he pulled to the tip before sliding back in.
"Mmmmmm…" The needy, muffled sounds spilled constantly from her stuffed mouth.
Lady Leona's breathing came in wet, ragged little gasps through her nose whenever he gave her a moment.
Then, Wylis noticed it; one of her hands had disappeared beneath the rumpled silk of her gown, fingers working frantically between her plump thighs. The fabric bunched and shifted with every desperate rub. And honestly, he felt her mouth wasn't enough; the occasional clumsy scrape of teeth reminded him she was no practiced courtesan. It was time to give her what she wanted.
Pop!
Wylis eased himself free with a wet pop. He reached down, gripped the edge of the quilt, and tugged it away, baring her flushed, disheveled body.
"My lady, would you care to stand for a minute?" he asked with a gentle voice.
Leona gave a dazed little nod, wine-flushed cheeks glowing brighter still. She reached for his offered hand, fingers trembling as she let him pull her upright.
Woosh!
Wylis spun her with sudden roughness. His large hands clamped around her waist, turning her so her front hit the mattress. He bent her over the edge of the bed, her full tits flattening against the bedding, cheek pressed to the sheets, while her fluffy legs remained planted on the floor. The position arched her back beautifully, presenting the generous curve of her ass.
"My lady, may I tear this gown off you? It is near a crime to keep such a body hidden away."
"Mm… yes! Yes…" She moaned low with drunken lust and surrender.
Wylis seized the neckline in both fists, and…
Skrrrrrr!
He ripped downward in one brutal pull, splitting the gown from collar to waist. Silk parted like wet paper, sliding down the heavy swell of her supple hips and pooling around her ankles. He didn't pause, his fingers hooked into her smallcloth and tore them away in a single yank.
Then Wylis pressed one broad palm between her shoulder blades, flattening her chest harder against the bed while her legs stayed braced.
She was too short. Even on tiptoe, her cunt hovered just out of reach. He widened his own stance, knees bending, lowering his towering frame until the thick, blunt head of his cock nudged between the pale cheeks of her ass.
Her cloud-like flesh parted for him like ripe fruit, sweltering from her earlier arousal. He found her pussy, drenched and swollen, and eagerly pressed forward.
"Aaaaah… Take me, my lord."
He did.
His swollen crown parted her slowly, her pussy lips stretching wide around his girth, clinging wetly as they swallowed the first inch. She opened easier than some; years and fuller curves had softened her, made her greedy rather than resistant. But his sheer size still forced a sharp, shuddering gasp from her throat.
Wylis fed her another inch, watching with hunger as her folds parted and glistened, coating him in her nectar. He started to move, working more of himself inside with every slow roll of his hips. Each push drew a fresh, mindless moan from her lips.
"Aaaaah! You're breaking… meeeeeh!" Lady Leona clawed the bedsheets, her whole body quaking as the stretch burned.
Wylis grunted low. His hands slid to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there, and he lifted her lower half clean off the floor. Her thick legs dangled uselessly, toes brushing air, thighs trembling as he held her suspended, utterly at his mercy.
Plap! Plap!
He fucked into her with controlled pump, letting her weight sink down onto his cock with every thrust. Her cunt clutched at him greedily, fluttering, dripping. Her legs kicked feebly once or twice before going limp again, toes curling in helpless pleasure.
"Oooooooh! My lord… my lord too much… ah, I'm coming!"
Leona's climax struck. A sharp, keening cry tore from her throat as her pussy fluttered around him. Clear, hot liquid gushed from her in forceful spurts, soaking his balls, streaking down her thighs, and pooling on the stone floor. She shook through it, sobbing in pure bliss, yet her hips still tried to grind back for more.
Wylis didn't stop. He lowered her just enough to plant her knees on the edge of the mattress again, then drove forward until every thick inch was buried. Her walls spasmed helplessly around the impossible fullness, milking his cock. He started gentle at first, savoring the heat gripping him. His hands clamped around the generous globes of her ass, spreading her wider, holding her aloft as he suddenly pounded without mercy.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Each brutal collision sent ripples through her soft flesh, her thick cheeks jiggling with the force. Creamy froth gathered at his base, thick strands of her cream stretching obscenely between cock and cunt every time he pulled back, only to snap and froth again with the next punishing thrust.
"I can feel it all the way… in my throat, my lord!" she yelped.
Wylis barely registered her words anymore; only the slick, clutching heat gripping his cock mattered. His hips snapped forward with brutal hunger, chasing the edge.
"Ugh! My lady… take it!"
He drove into her one last time, then hauled her higher up the bed. Leona was fully sprawled flat on her stomach, face buried in the quilt, thick thighs splayed wide.
Wylis followed her down, covering her completely. His massive frame blanketed her like a living quilt. He braced on his forearms to keep from crushing her outright, though the delicious press of his weight pinned her. Her plump ass cushioned every brutal thrust as he fucked her into the mattress, prone.
Plap! Plap!
"Ugh! Uuughhh…Yeshhh—!!!"
Suddenly, Leona's second climax ripped through her without warning. Her whole body seized. A fresh gush of slick heat flooded out around his cock, soaking the sheets.
Wylis buried his face against the nape of her neck, lips brushing sweat-damp skin. And finally….
"Gaaaaah! Take it!" Wylis groaned and rammed in one last time and came.
His cock pulsed violently, then erupted. Creamy seed flooded her depths in heavy, endless spurts. The first jet hit so deep she gasped; the second made her walls flutter in helpless aftershocks. His batter overflowed almost immediately, forced back out around his buried shaft, and trickled down her inner thighs. Each fresh pulse stretched her fuller, the obscene heat blooming inside her belly until she felt stuffed.
Ting!
[Name: Leona Woolfield
Age: 26
Occupation: Wife of Ser Wylis Manderly
Current Loyalty: 20%
Status: Impregnated]
"It's… filling me… so much! I feel full! Oh Gods! Oh Seven… Oh Mother!" Leona wailed in bliss.
Wylis stayed lodged deep, hips flush to her plump ass, letting the last weak twitches empty him completely. He draped himself over her, his lips kissing her neck.
Slowly, his cock softened inside her. He eased out with a wet gush of mixed batter leaking from her gaping entrance to streak down her thighs.
"T-Thank you for this moment… my lord. I was… in need."
Wylis gave her a satisfied smile. He reached for the remains of her gown, using a torn strip to wipe the glistening mess from his softening shaft. He tore off another piece and gave it to her so she could clean herself.
As he pulled on his breeches and tunic, Leona rolled onto her side and reached for the cup of wine on the bedside table. She took a slow sip, cheeks still flushed and eyes bright.
"My lord, I hope the servants will bring me moon tea come morning."
"What?" Wylis froze mid-lace, brows knitting, making a puppy face. A seven-foot-tall, muscular puppy. "Y… You won't… bear me a babe? I believed…"
"..." She blinked up at him, lips parting in surprise.
"But my lord, what if…"
"I thought that was why you were willing. I never bed women I don't want to put a babe in… Gods."
Lady Leona frowned and looked down at her belly. She remembered how many sons Lord Wylis has and only one daughter. And she herself had only daughters and… her husband and Lord Wylis' hair color matched, and…
"I'm willing, my lord. As long as it remains between us and… If it's a boy, you'll take him as your squire."
Another squire? Well, it'll be my son.
"I would have it no other way, my lady."
Lady Leona smiled from ear to ear. Delighted.
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Lady Leona remained in Rasmgate only for ten days. During those ten days, he gave her every experience that she could have dreamt of. Ten climaxes in a row? Getting fucked while being carried around? In the hot spring? He fulfilled all her fantasies, even those she didn't know existed.
He also taught her as much as he could about how to keep her body fit and how to eat to stay in shape. She wrote it all down. Every woman dreamt of looking beautiful for as long as possible, after all.
After that, she left for White Harbor, promising to soon return and spend time with Lyanna and the other women. White Harbor wasn't that far anyway. Besides, Wylis learned about something else.
"The wildling still won't speak, my lord," Chett reported. "And men of House Manderly were surveying the new city walls, my lord."
"Of course they were. They appeared from thin air, and Lord Manderly will not be slow to guess my purpose. I mean to raise a great city here. Too near White Harbor for his comfort, no doubt. He fears what may come of it." Wylis shrugged then. "Go ready the treasure ship, Chett. We sail tomorrow."
Wylis knew there was nothing for Lord Manderly to worry about. White Harbor acted as an import hub for the whole North. Meanwhile, what Wylis planned was an export hub for his soon-to-open factories.
But for now, he was focused on unearthing some treasure.
Already, he had picked a location for his first dive. The closest wreckage site was nearby, near Sisterton. But it was in the Shivering Sea, and it was called that for a reason. Wylis wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle all of it.
So, he picked a better option, a location close to Braavosian coastlands. Something that was more likely to bring him high returns, and this one was guaranteed because the location of the wreckage also overlapped the location of forgotten Valyrian steel and dragon eggs.
He hoped it wasn't dragon eggs this time. But it was something only time would tell.
That evening, he ate with all the women. Spent the night with a few in their individual bedchambers, and ended the night with Lyanna as usual.
The next morning, he woke up early and packed all the needed things. He had made crude diving goggles using glass, clay, and cloth that fit snugly around his eyes without letting water in.
After that, he boarded his special treasure-hunting ship with a massive diving bell equipped. It was quite advanced for its time, as it had a pulley system that would allow him to control its depth. At the same time, pipes were made from animal intestines that would be used to pump fresh air in from the surface.
And already having Diving Mastery, Deep Sea Exploration Mastery, Treasure Hunting Mastery, and Night Vision, he was certain he was fully prepared to dive into the Narrow Sea. At least it wouldn't be as cold as the Shivering Sea.
Three ships were going for this initial treasure hunt. But it was still going to take them days to reach the decided location. Wylis used that time to plot other diving locations all around Westeros.
But sadly, he wasn't alone. Brandon Stark was with him. Benjen and Chett were left behind to guard the castle and the highly important and treason-worthy women.
"Gods, I can't believe we're bloody doing it, Wylis. I knew following you was the right choice. We're finally pirates."
"Pirates? We're treasure hunters, Brandon."
"What's the difference?"
"Raping and pillaging," Wylis stated.
"Says the one who fucked the living cunt out of Lady Leona."
"That was consensual and passionate," he clarified and looked into the distance off the deck. "But enough of me. I hear the honorable Lady Barbrey Dustin carries a babe. Seems I ought to prepare for little pups running through Ramsgate soon."
He eyed his friend, who was grinning like a fool. But Brandon looked very happy with it.
"Hah! The seed's mine, damn it, but she won't have me living in her castle. Says if we wed, they'll never let her stay the Lady of Barrowtown."
"Horseshit," Wylis cursed. "The man who weds a ruling queen does not become king. He becomes a prince consort. Marry her, and all you truly do is raise House Dustin and House Ryswell higher in Winterfell's favor."
"Ned refused."
"..."
"Huh?" Wylis turned completely towards Brandon, confused. "What does that have to do with him?"
Brandon sighed and leaned against the deck's edge. "I told Ned I was back with Barbrey. First thing out of his mouth? A bloody frown as I'd shat in his ale. Then I said I mean to wed her proper, and Gods if he didn't start preaching trouble. Some of these weaselly lords are already trying to cut Ned's legs out from under him. If I, the eldest bloody Stark, take Barbrey to wife, that puts Dustin and Ryswell square in my lap—"
"It'll create factions?" Wylis finished the words and leaned beside him. "I say, fuck it. Do what you want if you love her. I killed plenty for her, and you know it. I don't regret it one bit. Besides, you gave up Catelyn's tits. Eddard should loosen up, too."
"Bah! Gods, those tits," Brandon howled and made hand gestures of fondling large globes. "I tell you, Wylis. Ned's a lucky bastard."
I know, my friend. I know.
"Invite Lady Barbrey to Ramsgate once we return. We'll hold a secret wedding if it's so troublesome. Can't have your firstborn be a bastard."
At that, Brandon grinned like a brainless fool in love.
Ting!
[Hidden Quest Complete - The Wolf's Wingman
Description - Trading a cat for a horse.
Goal - Match Brandon Stark with his first love.
Reward - Wolf & Horse Whispering Mastery.]
What the hell is this now? Horse whispering? Then… Can I chat with my boy?
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