Lyanna giggled, so much in love. Her pussy was already a mess, and she was sore. The way he had her stretched open, legs pushed up, his knees spread wide, his weight pushing her down on the bed, she loved it, all of it. Although it stung a bit, it was her favorite experience.
"Mmmh…" She moaned and sprinkled kisses on his stubble, his cheeks, chin, forehead, and then his lips. She took her time tasting his lips with her pink tongue and deliberately contracted the walls of her core with a grin. "Can I keep this one?"
"Not like this, Lyanna," Wylis replied, looking her in the eye. He felt so in love with this woman.
He drowned himself in her grey eyes, his elbows folded beside her ears, his cock driving in and out slowly, leisurely, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of her salivating walls. His baby batter was coming close to erupting while she'd already finished hers.
"Hm? You don't want more children with me?" She pouted playfully, teasing him with sways of her plush hips.
"What? Lyanna, I'd have a thousand with you if I could."
She giggled, half-proud, half-falling in love even more with this brute of hers. She wasn't even sure if her heart was pounding, squeezed between the smooth fluff of her breast and her own trembling knees.
"Let's have another babe soon. But not tonight. I want to make it a special night that we can remember forever. So when we see our babe grown, we'll sit together and say, 'Remember the night we made that one?' Oh, I'll laugh and kiss you to that," he muttered, still plunging his cock deep into his beloved woman. Every inch of his sensitive flesh caressed by her soft lower lips, over and over.
Just imagining his words, Lyanna giggled sweetly and then kissed him passionately. "Oh, Wylis! I fucking love you."
"And I love you more," he replied, smothering the crook of her neck with his lips and tongue.
"Mmmhmmm… Then…"
Pa!
She slapped his ass, her spread, slender fingers pulled him down on her even more. "Go on… Paint your she-wolf's inside."
Wylis's brow quirked. He was a little surprised by the ass smack, but obliged with a happy thrill.
She felt it as he weighed down more on her, his cock shifting her insides with every thrust, yet she loved it. All of him. Wylis was the very first boy she'd fallen in love with. Even before he'd turned into this muscled hunk, she'd loved him. The chubby, soft, careful, cautious boy in the stables, who secretly trained the hardest. She loved him since then, she loved growing up with him, she loved the man he became, and now… she wanted to grow old with him, to wither with him in time.
"Oohhh Wylis! I love you.. Oh–only you! Forever, I'm yours!" She hugged his head closer, letting him smother her body into the bed, damned be the pain. As long as he fucked her with all his heat, she didn't care if her legs went numb.
She wanted to feel him, all the fullness he could offer, and gods.. It was utterly wonderful! The relentless stretch, the way his body forced her legs wider with each press, the way he took pleasure in breaking her limits. Like a flower that found her source of water and warmth, her body trembled and simmered in joy.
Lyanna finally felt him burst inside her, the scorching heat spreading through every nook and cranny of her pussy. Her pleasure also peaked from the feeling, throwing her into cloud nine. She felt the gooey mess, so much of it, his mark left deep in her core. All the muscles in her body were knotting up in pure, utter ecstasy.
Wylis kept fucking her into the bed, his cock diving into that divine embrace, squeezing and milking him greedily. Each thrust drilled in hilt-deep, kissing the gates of her womb with the tip of his flesh spear.
With every plunge, Lyanna felt the air escape her lungs. She felt the squelching noise simmer in her core, the warm bubbling mess in her cunt that he was battering. She could swear she saw stars behind her eyelids, bursting and swirling every time he struck home.
Plap! Squelch! Plap!
"Ohhh! Yes! Yes!" Lyanna cried out in bliss. She lost all sense of control, her body trembling uncontrollably. More and more of her nectar leaked out, their culmination frothing out her stretched petals and shoved back in by his relentless cock.
Slowly, the tightness in her body relaxed. Her climax ended in shallow pants of her breath. Her pussy dribbled all over the sheets, a thin gleam of sweat covered her soft skin, and her thin, pouting lips still moaned in whispers.
Wylis stayed like that, letting her legs come down but still enveloping her body with his own. With his face by her ear, he panted into her hair, taking in her sultry scent.
He breathed into her ear and whispered. "When I'm back, we'll lock ourselves here for a whole week and then… We'll make our second babe."
She giggled joyfully and felt Wylis shift up just a bit deeper. She looks at his face a little reluctantly, almost not wanting him to leave at all. But her lithe body couldn't lie, she was completely and utterly satisfied, cunt drooling all over the sheets.
"Can't wait. Don't you come back hurt, or I'll break your leg."
"Hah! Aye, my lady."
With that, Wylis slid off her and fell by her side. Wasting not a second, Lyanna hugged him to snuggle.
Aye, they had a big mess around their loins, but they were also too tired.
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Ramsgate docks,
"What?!"
Genna Lannister had finally arrived at Ramsgate after Cersei's wedding in King's Landing. She'd only brought her youngest son, Leonel, as she wanted to show him to the real father. But to her dismay, Lord Wylis had left Ramsgate just a day ago to deal with House Mooton.
"You are welcome to reside in the guesthouse, my lady. The guards will protect it, and the servants will see to all your needs."
Genna Lannister nodded. What else could she do? Although she expected to be taken to the castle. Still, Ashara Dayne had come out to greet her, so she didn't mind. And there was also that brutish-looking Brandon Stark, his gaze constantly at her supple, large breasts reserved only for one man.
"I suppose there is nothing we can do. I'll rest in the guesthouse then. And wait Lord Wylis' return."
She knows! Genna felt it. The way Ashara Dayne was eying her and her son. It hid so much judgment and intent behind it.
"For as long as you wish to, Lady Genna. Think of this as your home."
Hm? What does she… mean by that?
Genna just smiled, proud of her big pearl white smile.
"Of course, Lady Ashara."
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Clank!
Clink!
"Don't throw your head at me, Chett! I could have easily ended you there." Wylis sternly warned and got back in the fighting stance. "Now try again."
Journey to Crossroads Inn wasn't the fastest. While the new carriages made traveling faster, it was still not a significant upgrade. So, whenever they stopped for the night and made camp, Wylis taught a few select men he was confident about.
Chett was someone Wylis was personally training to become a famed knight someday. The man had the drive to do it and the desire to prove himself. Whatever Wylis threw at him, the man accepted and tried to learn or adapt.
"That's it. Hold your ground and keep the lead. Come at me with a proper flurry. A real fight will move faster than this, and every twitch will cost you."
They were gathered in a small circle, like a dojo. Wylis taught Chett in the middle while the other men sat in a circle, watching. Out of the fifty soldiers, he was teaching five to become captains.
Clank!
"Good!"
"Ha!" Chett roared.
"Brilliant! Let the instincts guide you!" Wylis was still a beast of a human being. As Chett started to brutally strike, Wylis dodged or blocked with ease. Where Chett was panting and chaotic, Wylis was controlled and subtle.
But eventually, Chett grew too tired. His attacks turned into more grunts and fewer strikes.
"That's enough," he ordered and let another make take Chett's place. "Swinging a blade is easy. Learning to swing it the right way is hard. It takes time and bone-wrecking training."
The training continued deeper into the night. The location was relatively safe as they had already arrived near Crossroads Inn. Now, they were just waiting for Lord Hoster and Lord Mooton to arrive and begin their peace talks in Wylis's presence.
The journey from Ramsgate to Crossroads was so uneventful that it was boring. Other than training the men and spending time with Ros, even beyond the bed, he had nothing else to do. His mind was occupied by the thoughts of Ramsgate. He wanted to finish this mess quickly and return home.
"That's enough for tonight."
At last, when the sky darkened, he ended the day's training session. He was drenched in sweat already and a bit tired. So, he headed right back towards his tent, the largest one in the camp of ten tents. His was quite sizable and luxurious, an expense Brandon insisted on bearing.
Now he knew why.
Knowing there was a tub of warm water waiting for him, he merrily strolled inside the tent and…
Oh?
Wylis beamed with a smile as soon as he walked inside his big tent, fitting for a lord. Money truly well spent. And right there, on the many-layered quilted bedding, was the gorgeous, curvaceous Ros.
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