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Ramsgate, sunset,
Might have gone a little overboard with the kid.
But it was also necessary. He'd picked his words carefully and avoided mentioning words like rape. No matter how much he disliked the kid, he was still only eight. Some day, when he'd be old enough, he'd connect the dots behind those scars on his mother and his father's brutality.
For now, Wylis was happy that he had given the boy another dose of reality. And to celebrate that, he wore simple clothes, a loose tunic and trousers, and headed towards the private hot spring, holding a bunch of towels with him.
In anticipation of the exciting evening, his palms were sweaty, his knees were fast, his balls heavy. He kept reminding himself on the way why he loved Lyanna so much. The woman really knows how to match his mood and still take it up a notch.
Quickly, he was out in the backyard and walked towards the hot spring. He'd already separated it from the real spring, where the water was too warm. In the new pool, just for bathing, the water was just right. Surrounded by stones, and then some bamboo walls, some greenery, the sunset view unrestricted, it was heaven and…
What the…
It really was heaven.
"He's here."
Wylis just stood there, watching, admiring, hard as a rock. His eyes blinked, but the view was etched in his memory. The red sheen of the setting sun. The sound of the water. The hot steam and, in all that, two of the realm's most beautiful women.
"He's frozen, hah!"
"That was your surprise?" Wylis asked, eyeing Lyanna, and then, "You knew, Ashara?"
Truth be told, he couldn't stop staring at their faces and their breasts that were above the water. With both of them nude and side by side, it was hard not to compare, and god dammit, he loved both.
Ashara chuckled sultrily. "I did."
Wylis gulped and stared. Lyanna was more pale, like a Northerner, her stature short, breasts tight, a bit smaller than Ashara, who had a bit more tanned body, tall in general, dark, long hair, breathtaking violet eyes, and larger breasts with a hint of sag.
"Won't you join us, dear husband?" Lyanna winked from the water.
Wylis licked his lips and quite literally ripped his clothes apart, tunic and trousers both. Then, he jumped into the water and scooped both women by their waists, engulfing them in a big, warm hug, squeezing them against his chest.
His larger frame meant he had enough chest to feel both their complete warmth and… softness.
Before long, all three tongues tangled in a messy, breathless knot. Lyanna's sharp and demanding, Ashara's slow and molten, Wylis the anchor in the middle.
Lips slid from mouth to mouth, teeth nipping, chins dripping with shared spit and spring water.
When Lyanna's tongue curled around his, her hips rolled instinctively, grinding her slick seam along his thigh; Ashara answered by sealing her mouth over the corner of his, sucking his lower lip until it throbbed, her long fingers threading into his wet hair.
His wide palms groped their asses under the water, and their lips alternated. He kissed Lyanna first, his entire tongue overloading her senses. Plunging deep, curling against the roof of her mouth, dragging out a muffled whine that vibrated straight to his balls. Her back arched; water sloshed as she tried to climb him, thighs clenching around his hips.
He broke away only when she started panting against his lips and turned to Ashara.
The Dornish woman met him halfway, mouth already open, tongue sliding along his in a slow, filthy swirl. She moaned into him, one hand braced on his shoulder, the other slipping beneath the water to cup the heavy weight of his sack, rolling it gently as their kiss turned sloppy.
Once Ashara was breathless too, cheeks flushed darker than the sunset, he stopped kissing, but still kept them close. His arms banded around their waists, pinning them to his chest so their slick breasts slid together with every breath.
As he sat near the edge of the hot spring, he rested his back on the stones and spread his legs straight over the submerged floor. The two ladies straddled his thighs each, their hot cores flat on his thick muscles.
Lyanna settled on his left, her smaller frame fitting snugly, the slick lips of her cunt parting over the hard ridge of his muscles; Ashara took the right, longer legs folding gracefully, her fuller hips rocking once to seat herself so the swollen hood of her clit dragged deliciously along his skin.
They smirked, and each placed one hand into the water, the one closest to his cock. Both biting their lips and teasing him with their needy, thirsty look.
Lyanna's grip was firm, twisting up the shaft with a milkmaid's deft fingers; Ashara's was slower, thumb circling the flared crown, tracing the tiny, sensitive slit. They leaned in to peck kisses on his neck, his jaw, the corner of his mouth with little nips and giggles.
This is heaven. He truly felt that.
The sunset beautifully bled crimson across the sky, and two perfect feminine petals pulsed against his thighs while clever hands worshiped his cock.
"When did you both plan this?" he asked.
Lyanna smirked and eyed her partner in crime, who looked more shy than mischievous, lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks. "We were just talking yesterday about how you'll handle all of us. That's when I asked her, 'Does he truly have to come to us one by one, and only at night?' She said she didn't think so. And, well, talk turned to trouble, and trouble turned into a rule. In the bedchamber, it's just you and me—or you and her—one woman. But out here, or anywhere else… a few of us might share one very lucky, very big boy."
What did I do to deserve this woman? Probably dying once.
"A rule I'd wholeheartedly follow." He replied and attacked Lyanna suddenly, sinking his torso lower into the water, his hands circled her thigh and tickled her core, same for Ashara.
His thick fingers parted Lyanna's folds with practiced ease, the pad of one thumb circling her clit while two others speared inside. Ashara received the same pleasure, rough knuckles grazing her entrance before plunging deep, curling to stroke that spot that made her spine arc.
"Oh!" Lyanna yelped, the sound sharp and startled.
"Mmmh!" Ashara moaned, vibrating through the water.
The two women moaned and arched backward, water cascading off their breasts as they braced their hands on his shoulders.
Wylis felt greedy for more and quickly latched his lips on Lyanna's breasts first. None of them lactated anymore, but gods, they were so soft and full still. Pale mounds flushed pink from the heat, nipples tight as pebbles. He sucked one deep, tongue lashing the peak, teeth grazing just enough to sting.
"Oh Gods… Fuck!" Lyanna moaned loudly, not holding back; a throaty cry that belonged in a brothel, not a lady's throat. Her hands were everywhere, rubbing through his wet hair, nails scraping his scalp, grabbing his ear, and tugging hard enough to make him growl against her skin.
Under the water, his finger slid deeper into her pussy, curling to stroke the slick walls that clenched greedily around his digits. She rode the intrusion shamelessly, hips rolling, water sloshing in frantic waves.
"Mmmmh! Oh, Wylis!" Ashara sang in pleasure, feeling his rough fingers plunging into her folds. The sudden stretch burned sweetly. She shuddered, thighs clamping around his wrist as his thumb ground her clit in tight, merciless circles.
When he switched to suckling her breasts, mouth hot and wet on the heavier weight of her Dornish curves, she wailed in bliss. His tongue traced the faint blue veins beneath tanned skin, teeth tugging her button until it stood proud and aching.
The difference was clear. Lyanna was a wild lover, hips bucking, voice shattering into broken curses, nails raking red lines down his neck. Ashara was more delicate, her hands caressing his hair with reverent strokes, the hand under the water softly clenching his cock, squeezing in time with every thrust of his fingers inside her.
Wylis flicked Ashara's pale brown nipple with his slithering tongue. Two of his fingers slid between her welcoming petals, stretching her open with a demand that made her thighs tremble.
"Ohhh… Yes… Take me, my Lord," Her walls fluttered around his calloused digits, slick and scalding, drawing him deeper.
However, as he felt both women were near completion, their thighs trembling, bodies tight, he stopped and stood up in the water completely to his full height.
Lyanna and Ashara sank to their knees in the shallow pool, water lapping at their curving waists, and his cock, swung heavily between them. The swollen tip hovered inches from their faces. He towered over them; their delicate features looked almost fragile beneath the shadow of his shaft, and the difference alone sent a dark, hungry thrill straight to his balls.
Their faces were full of mischief, and without a moment wasted, they scooted closer to him and attacked him from two sides, laying soft kisses across his length.
Lyanna's smaller mouth pressed to the left, lips barely spanning half the girth; Ashara's fuller lips claimed the right, stretching wide to accommodate the same ridge. The contrast was obscene, his wife's pale Northern skin against the Dornish bronze of his lover, both dwarfed by the same enormous cock that had ruined them for any other man.
He loved this view more than the sunset. Ashara and Lyanna on their knees, sunset painting their curving backs in molten gold. From above, their breasts swayed with every eager lean, nipples grazing the surface of the water and sending ripples outward. His hands settled gently on their heads, thumbs stroking damp hair. Two of the realm's once most desired beauties worshiping at his cock.
"Ummmmm." Lyanna pecked his length with hungry kisses. She dragged her tongue along a pulsing vein, leaving a gleaming trail.
His log of a cock stood erect, dwarfing their adorable mouths. As they kissed, their nostrils flattened against his flesh, hot exhales ghosting over the sensitive, wet skin.
Then they started to lick him sideways, from swollen tip to heavy base. Lyanna lapped upward in quick, kittenish flicks; Ashara countered with long, languid strokes that curled around the underside. They moved in perfect sync, tongues meeting at the ridge, trading sides, painting every inch until his cock gleamed like polished steel.
Ashara's slender hand wrapped around the base, fingers still not meeting. She started to stroke in slow, twisting pulls.
Lyanna took the chance, sealed her lips over the flared crown and sucked hard, throat working to swallow the first thick inches.
Slurp! Gluck!
She gagged softly when his cockhead nudged the back of her throat, eyes watering, but refused to retreat. Drool spilled over her bottom lip, mixing with the spring.
Ashara's dainty grip glided through the slick, pumping what Lyanna couldn't take. Her lips trailed soft kisses on his abs, tongue tracing the deep valleys between muscles, then lower to his thighs. She nuzzled his balls with soft, pouty kisses, teasing the small seam with feather-light licks that made his sack draw tight.
Each suckle from Lyanna sent sparks up his spine, each lick from Ashara curled his toes; he wanted to bury himself in their warmth and never resurface.
Look at them, Wylis thought, gaze raking over the scene. My she-wolf and my violet rose. I love them… both of them.
Shlk! Slurp! Gluk! Mmmph—shhlck!
The sounds filled the air. The wet suction, the choked breaths, the rhythmic sounds of that dusky fist gliding through spit.
Lyanna's throat fluttered around him with every shallow bob; Ashara's tongue traced lazy circles on his balls between kisses.
Then, Ashara looked up, eyes sparkling with amusement, lips shiny. "Enjoying it, my Lord?"
Wylis sucked in a ragged breath, hips twitching. "Feels like I'm being loved by angels."
Lyanna giggled, pulling off with a wet pop, a silver strand still connecting her lip to his crown. "Oh, us poor angels, about to be ruined by this big, beautiful brute."
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