Ashara quickly took Lyanna's place, sliding her mouth down the slick shaft with a throaty moan. Her lips stretched thin, cheeks hollowing as she suckled the swollen flesh. Her tongue swirling the ridge.
Lyanna dropped lower, stroking the base with both of her small hands. She took one heavy orb between her lips as well and rolled her tongue around it. Fierce, almost feral, sucking hard enough to make his knees buckle.
The contrast drove him mad. Ashara's slow, worshipful glide above, Lyanna's savage devotion below.
Lyanna's storm-grey eyes stayed locked on his, gleaming with mischief and pride. A look that said 'Do you like my surprise, husband?', as if she'd orchestrated every filthy second.
Yes, he fucking loved it. The depravity of it all sent molten heat pooling in his groin. His balls tightened, drawn up by Lyanna's relentless tongue.
"Ugh! I'm close!" Wylis warned. His hand shifted to Ashara's damp hair without thinking, guiding her gently, barely an inch deeper, but enough to feel her throat flutter around his eager cock. His hips rolled in shallow, instinctive thrusts, chasing the edge.
Lyanna sat there on her knees, water swirling around her dough-like thighs, watching Ashara's violet eyes water as the Dornish woman's lips stretched to their limit, throat bulging around the thick intrusion.
"There…"
Wylis's hips jerked once, twice. His cock pulsed like a war drum, and the first heavy rope of cream flooded Ashara's throat.
"Ghk!" She choked, eyes flying wide, and yanked back with a wet gasp. Thick strands of white painted her tongue, her chin, the swell of her lower lip before she could swallow.
"Let me!" Lyanna lunged forward like a starving thing, sealing her mouth over the still-spurting crown.
Lyanna sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue probing the tiny opening to coax out every drop. Her dainty hands churned the shaft in frantic twists, milking him dry. Bubbles of seed and spit frothed at the corners of her lips as she moaned around the mouthful. Greedy, shameless, she refused to let a single pearl fall into the water.
Ashara finally stopped coughing, throat working, and crawled back on her knees. Lyanna relinquished the tip, and Ashara dove in to lap the last lazy pulses. Her tongue curled delicately, gathering every smear until his cock gleamed clean and slick, twitching half-hard in the cooling air, freed.
"It's too addictive!" Wylis groaned, the sudden chill on his wet shaft making him shudder.
He stared down at the two beauties and felt the beast stir again. But favors had to be returned.
"Both of you… Get up and sit on the edge, feet in the water, ass on the stones." His strong hands lifted them easily; water rolling off their magnificent curves as they climbed. They settled side by side on the warm rock ledge, thighs parted, cunts flushed and glistening. Lyanna's neat pink folds, Ashara's pale tanned, fuller petals already slick with need; both eagerly waiting for him.
As she was his wife, he went for Lyanna first. Saying nothing, he shifted closer on his knees in the water, spreading her soft legs wide. Their eyes locked.
Lyanna bit her lower lip, smiling like a newlywed on her wedding night, fingers tracing the hard line of his jaw. "Gods, I'll never get tired of this look."
His lips started at her inner thigh, trembling under the scratch of his beard. Inch by inch, he kissed higher, tongue leaving wet trails, until his mouth sealed over her cunt.
"Ummh–Ohhh!" Lyanna leaned back on her palms, head falling, a broken moan spilling free.
The sound of his tongue lapping her folds echoed off the stones, lewd and intoxicating. He sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it mercilessly, then flattened his tongue to stroke her from entrance to hood in one long, possessive lick.
Meanwhile, his left arm snaked sideways; his middle finger slid into Ashara's pussy, curling deep, pumping slow and steady. She gasped, hips rolling to meet the intrusion.
Both women leaned back, backs arched, breasts thrust high, toes curling over the edge in the water. The spring whispered around Wylis's shoulders as he devoured Lyanna like a mad lover, tongue fucking into her, nose buried in her scent.
"Oh Gods, yes! Lock your mouth to my cunt and throw away the keys!" Lyanna screamed, voice cracking into wild giggles. Her thighs clamped around his ears, hips bucking against his face, chasing that tongue of his for more.
Finally, Lyanna shattered. Her whole body seized, a sharp cry tore from her throat as she gushed over his tongue. "Ooohh Fuucc—!"
Wylis lapped every drop, relentless. His free hand shot up to twist a cherry-rose nipple, rolling it between rough fingers until she sobbed with overstimulation, trembling uncontrollably, thighs shaking like leaves in a storm.
Once she sagged, panting, he shifted.
Rising to his full height, he turned to Ashara, kissing the elegant column of her neck, teeth grazing, sucking dark blossoms into tanned skin. Lower and lower, wet, open-mouthed kisses over the heavy sway of her breasts, tongue circling a nipple until it peaked hard and aching. He traced the soft curve of her belly, tasting salt and steam, then dropped to his knees again. Her violet eyes met his; he spread her thighs wide and buried his face between them.
His tongue went wild, spearing into her slick heat, lapping the velvet walls that clenched around him. Ashara's pussy was a furnace, scalding, leaking her juices. The taste of her flooded his mouth like spice. He sucked her swollen clit until her belly undulated in waves.
"My Lord… Oh Gods---your tongue, it's—ah! So deep, so good—don't stop, please!" Ashara wailed in desperate sobs. Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer.
Wylis's other hand never left Lyanna, two thick fingers plunging into her tight cunt, keeping her wet and open, thumb circling her clit in lazy figure-eights.
Ashara saw Lyanna's eyes were closed, lips parted in bliss, utterly unafraid. She trusts him, Ashara realized, the thought shattering her last restraint. Trusts him to devour them both and still come home to her. The realization tipped her over. Her belly rippled; her legs started shivering uncontrollably.
Wylis pinched her nipple hard and twisted, and she spilled with a broken cry, gushing hot and sweet over his tongue. He drank her down to the last drop, licking through the aftershocks until her thighs clamped around his head and she begged in breathless whispers.
When Wylis finally pulled back, his beard dripped, his grin feral. Water and slick coated his chin; the sunset painted him in blood and gold.
He rose, sliding two fingers into Lyanna, two into Ashara, pumping slow and deep. Their moans rose in perfect, filthy harmony. Two sirens singing for the same god.
"So, ready for the best part?" He asked.
"Gaaaaah! C-Can't wait… to feel you… stretch me…" Lyanna moaned.
Ashara nodded. "Mmmh… I'd love to… feel that."
What an awesome surprise—
Ting!
Hmm? New quest?
By now, Wylis knew that quests usually arose when he'd already initiated an action or was about to. He'd fucked many women, and sex-related quests were rare or non-existent.
What the fuck?
The blue screen hovered before his eyes.
[New Main Quest - Maiden's Conqueror
Description - The Rebellion has ended, but the old maggots still roam. Bring House Mooton of Maidenpool to heel.
Rewards - New Title, Fame, Hidden Targaryen Treasure Chest]
Maidenpool? Why? What did they do?
Quickly, he tried to remember the treasure locations he received as a reward, and there was indeed some Valyrian steel in Maidenpool. But it was impossible to know how much. If it was a whole Targaryen chest, then… it was interesting.
Also, the title was 'Main Quest,' which meant it was a significant step for him. Unlike side quests, Main Quests usually last longer and require more travel, fighting, and planning.
"Ehm… my lord?"
All of a sudden, a third female voice came out of nowhere. He woke up from the stupor, and so did the two stunning ladies.
"Ah! Lady El…!" Ashara yelped and jumped into the water to hide herself, blushing in shame.
Lyanna didn't give a damn; she remained seated, even moaning as Wylis' fingers continued to move. And clearly, Lyanna noticed Elia's gaze as she smirked and puffed out her soft breasts.
This woman.
Wylis chuckled, not much bothered by the nudity. His cock was hidden in the water anyway. Though he was amused by Elia's blushing face, focused solely on Lyanna's cunt where he slid his fingers.
"I fear you'll have to wait a little before using the spring, my lady," Wylis said, letting Ashara hide behind him.
Elia straightened her back and finally looked at Wylis, her blush only intensifying. "I… The maids were forbidden to come, so… I had to. An urgent raven arrived from King's Landing, marked by the king and the hand. And another from Riverrun, with Lord Hoster Tully's seal."
Ah, so that's where the quest came from. The hell happened now?
"And?" He asked, still fucking Lyanna with his fingers.
"It's the king's raven to your name, only you can read it."
"Do you have it?"
"Maester Qyburn has it."
Wylis sighed and looked at Lyanna. The northern she-wolf also sighed and sat up straight. She scooted closer to him, legs spread around his frame. Then, she dotted kisses all over his wet face and then his lips.
"The spring isn't running off anywhere, my beautiful brute. And neither am I. Nor Ashara. Isn't that right, Ashara?"
"Uh… Yes."
Lyanna was clearly teasing the Dornish woman. It appeared Ashara felt conscious about intimacy in Elia's presence.
Wylis chuckled, his hands giving a few last squeezes to Lyanna's soft waist. He hated leaving midway. He was raging hard and honestly, horny as fuck. But duty called. If it was worthy of a Main Quest, then it had to be something big.
"Aye then, I'll give up my evening's peace." Wylis moved with a sigh and rose from the water without caring to hide anything. A little part of him wanted to see Elia's reaction and… he wasn't disappointed.
Elia Martell's jaw fell, her big Dornish eyes locked on his fat, throbbing, raging hard, dangling cock, the purple head plush and polished. She even backstepped when Wylis walked closer, her gulp noticeable.
Love seeing their first impressions.
Wylis chuckled and walked faster, and then past Elia to grab a towel from the stone slab. He tied it around his waist since he'd torn his clothes.
"Let us go then, Myra."
"Yes!"
Being called by her fake name, Elia stirred from the blushing stupor and silently followed behind Wylis.
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