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That evening, the feast was grand, just like the first time. The music was plenty, as was the food. The King was present and laughing visibly, while the Prince was absent. Just from the looks on some faces, it was known that Rhaegar's camp had suffered a clear defeat. Not just in their plot against Aerys, but also in the tourney.
"Bahaha! By the gods! I will never forget this day in my life! You knocked him out like a sack of shit! Haha!" Robert didn't know personal boundaries, and sat beside Wylis, drinking and laughing, reminiscing about Rhaegar's defeat. He loathed the man for daring to seek his betrothed's favor.
Lyanna was seated there too, forced to be there by her brothers on Lord Rickard's order. To ensure Robert and Lyanna felt comfortable with each other. But with Robert like that, it was doubtful if even whores paid in gold would feel comfortable with him.
Wylis awkwardly winked at Lyanna and drank plenty that night. But once he started feeling tipsy, he excused himself to find something better to eat.
"Wylis?"
"I was waiting for you to—" Wylis turned around, expecting Ashara. But there was Elia Martell beside her, standing there sternly in her regal beauty.
Seriously, Rhaegar? You have her and still want more?
This marked the first time he saw her from that close. While she was flat-chested, her face was just… exotic. Not because of her color but because of her scent, her demeanor, and her status.
"You fought well, Wylis of Winterfell," Elia said, soft voice, and elegant. "I think your tale is only just beginning. I shall be watching with great interest."
Wylis bowed his head to show respect to a royal. "Should fortune favor me, Your Grace, we may meet again soon."
"With your knight spurs, I'm sure." Elia indirectly bid him luck and left the feast, finding it shameful to be there with her husband injured.
Wylis eyed Ashara as she lingered behind for a moment. "So, what's the plan?"
Ashara turned red and shook her head. "A-At night… I'll visit…"
And with that, she ran away like a maiden caught touching herself.
Wylis chuckled and went around eating different things, getting to know some nobles and merchants. He even danced with a few ladies who were daring enough to approach him. Thanks to his acts in the tourney, women now saw him as more knightly than scary.
But the more he danced with women, the harder it became to control his desire. Ashara's promise lingered in his thoughts. So once he saw the hall getting empty and only drunk men remaining, he left for his bedchamber as well.
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Initially, he had no plans or even expectations that he'd get to bed someone like Ashara Dayne during the tourney. But now, he not only desired it but was immensely excited about it.
Thud!
"No need for these." Wylis entered his modest room and slammed the door shut. Alone, he quickly discarded his surcoat and tunic, going bare-chested. Then, he threw his boots away and removed his breeches along with smallclothes, getting butt naked.
Living there for the last nine days, he'd brought over a spare chair to his room that previously only had a bed.
Screech!
He grabbed the chair, dragged it to the middle of the room, right in front of the door, and then sat down on it, arms crossed, legs decently wide open, his cock modestly hard in expectation. He was feeling rather brave that evening with wine doing the magic and his coffers heavy with gold. Although he'd dug himself into a challenging situation, he wasn't scared of it. He was already planning on visiting King's Landing.
Should have brought some oil or something. He thought while looking at his growing erection. Even he knew that his size was significant. He just hoped Ashara would be able to take it as she was taller and had wider hips than Lyanna.
Thinking about women, his thoughts veered off to other women. There were so many, but he needed someone urgently to quickly regain his lost years. He didn't know about trueborn, but siring bastards was easy. He just needed a willing woman. Sure, he had someone in mind, but he feared she'd be too expensive.
Also…
Childbirth is extremely dangerous in this world and era.
The last thing he wanted was to find willing women ready to sire him bastards, only for them to die. What he needed was a trustable Maester, crazy enough to learn from him about biology. Heck, he was willing to buy more skills with his life to make childbirth safe.
But I need an estate first. Ugh… So much to do. I'm not even a knight yet.
Knock! Knock!
Just as his cock started to lose the heat, he heard a knock on the door. He straightened his back in full expectation, the candles burning bright around the entire room. It was late at night, just the time for her to arrive.
"Who is it?"
"It's me."
He recognized her voice. But he needed more assurance. "What do you need?"
"I… I came to… give you… your prize…"
It was worth it! Wylis took a deep breath and allowed her in.
"The door is open."
Click!
The door creaked softly as it swung open, and Ashara stepped inside. She was dressed in a simple nightgown, draped loosely over her sensual curves, the delicate fabric whispering against her skin as it shimmered to her ankles. The gown was sleeveless, revealing the smooth, pale flesh of her arms, while her long, dark hair cascaded untamed over her shoulders, tumbling in waves.
Her violet eyes sparkled full of unspoken thoughts. As her gaze flickered over him, her breath caught in her throat. When her gaze landed on him, her breath hitched. Her lips parted on a gasp she didn't mean to give, her whole body stilling. "Oh…"
Ashara swallowed hard. She knew why she had come to his bedchamber—had imagined it, prepared herself. But seeing him like this, her resolve cracked.
She hadn't expected him to be so… hard for her. Her eyes dipped to the thick, veiny rod jutting between his legs, hungry and heavy. The sight of it made her core clench with heat.
The muscles of his chest and broad shoulders, each inch of his body carved with strength. His arms were like thick pillars. It was overwhelming, the sheer size of him. And the way he looked at her… like he was about to eat her up.
"Eager?" She smirked and locked the door behind her.
Wylis shrugged, arms still crossed under his chest. His magnificent, thick, veiny cock throbbed in full might, erection so ripe his lush purple cockhead twitched with pumps. "What can I say, Lady Ashara, you motivated me plenty."
Unable to take her eyes off his masculinity, she stepped closer. The last time she'd tasted it, felt it almost there, and tonight, she was determined to feel it all the way. A daunting task just looking at it. But it aroused the deeper desires she didn't know she had. It was the same the last time. Just sitting on his legs made her drenched.
That tall frame of his, that confidence, his strength, and all that she had seen during the day. Rhaegar's bloodied face, the Prince's shattered pride. Wylis was the reason behind it all and to a man like this, she felt like surrendering. She fought that idea itself, but her body desired it, longed for it.
"If motivation led you this far, I wonder how far will this… take you."
She loosened the laces and let her gown slide down her shoulders, bare beneath it. Her ripe breasts bounced slightly as they were freed, their rosy tips already stiff with need. Her smooth, pale skin begged to be touched, marked, and owned. That tight waist, those wide hips, that plush little ass; every inch of her screamed to be handled. Between her thighs, the soft slit of her virgin cunt glistened faintly, hairless and tight, looking far too unqualified to take a man like him. She was trembling, but not from fear—she wanted it. Wanted him, all of him, even if he'd split her in two.
Wylis sipped a hot breath. He really wanted to dive into her. She was seriously stunning, her face, her body, it was all just perfect. "Only one way to find out."
"Perhaps…"
She moved with elegant, sinful purpose, descending to her knees like a worshiper before a god. Her violet eyes locked onto his face, never wavering, never blinking—as she settled between his thighs, just like that night. But this time, Wylis didn't lift a single finger.
Wylis leaned back in the chair, arms crossed, muscles flexing with ease as he watched her. Her slender fingers wrapped around the thick base of his cock, her other hand cradling the heavy, full weight of his balls like she was claiming something.
Then her tongue slithered out. She leaned in and dragged it from the root of his cock, where it throbbed thick and heavy, all the way up the underside in a slick, wet line. Saliva spilled from her tongue as she licked, coating his shaft with glistening spit that clung to his veins like syrup.
She paused to swirl her tongue around a bulging vein, mouthing it like she meant to suck the heat from it, then continued upward, deliberate, greedy. At the tip, she curled her tongue beneath the crown and circled the rim in slow, teasing spirals, lapping at the tender ridge with focus.
Spit smeared over his twitching head as she flicked the tiny slit with short, wet strokes like she was coaxing every drop out of him.
Then her mouth latched onto the tender underside of his cock, his frenulum, with hungry intent, suckling like a starving whore who'd found her favorite toy. Her lips were sealed tight, creating a wet vacuum that pulled a raw groan from his throat.
"Ummmmh~"
Her tongue curled around that hyper-sensitive strip of flesh and worked it mercilessly; flicking, swirling, dragging slow licks across the nerve-drenched spot like she was playing with his trigger. Every motion of her mouth was greedy, precise. Her cheeks hollowed as she suckled hard, then loosening just enough to let her tongue lash under the head in tight, rhythmic circles.
"I thought I was the first man to be this… close. How are you so good at this?"
Ashara giggled sultrily and eyed him with her violet eyes. Her fist gripped him harder for a moment, clenching him. "Aye, this is my first experience but not my first… viewing."
"Ugh… You… learned well."
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