With his hand still curled gently around her throat, he stared down at her as he kept drilling into her cunt; watching her fall apart, flushed and desperate, her mouth parted in need.
He bent lower, pressing her down more, inch by inch, body getting heavier onto hers. Her single raised leg stretched even further up, trembling against his shoulder until her hips tilted up and he could feel the pulse of her cunt squeezing him from deep inside. It was a stirring feeling to be balls deep in a famed beauty like her, to stretch her cunt in ways no other man ever could.
His breath mingled with hers. He hovered there for a second; hot, panting, eyes locked on her ruined, wanting face, before finally claiming her mouth again.
She shrieked into his mouth as he kissed her, her scream muffled as she bit down on his lip. Her eyes went wide, then rolled up as the pleasure hit her like a crashing wave. She fell over the edge once again. Her cunt gushed, milking his cock with greedy spasms, sucking him deeper as her body convulsed around him like it couldn't bear to let go.
The look on her face, wild, feral, worshipful—was too much.
Wylis was already on the edge, but that pushed him over. As he watched her fall to ruin beneath him, he made a choice. One he didn't know if he'd come to regret, but in that moment, all reason was gone.
Fuck it. If this keeps her alive… let it be.
He drove in deep, all the way, and then—he burst with full surrender. Hot, thick, virile rush of seed exploded inside her, jet after jet of molten cream shooting deep into her virgin womb, painting her cunt in ways only those married do. He was young, and so was she, and he had no doubt the seed would take home.
"Ooooooh!"
Ashara's body trembled at the sensation. She felt it, every pulsing rope, every splash against her sensitive inner walls. The very idea of it, being filled with seed, thrilled her arousal even more. She knew what it was. She knew what he was doing to her. But instead of panic… She felt satisfaction. A dark, primal joy.
She cursed herself for it. She was highborn. A daughter of nobility. But under him, under this beast of a beautiful man and the cock that wrecked her, all she could do was give in to the craving. The sinful need that made her body shiver in pure bliss and shudder at his cock's abuse.
Panting, she lay there, twitching, as his cock throbbed inside her one last time before slowing. His thick batter oozed out of her, leaking past her swollen, sore folds and pooling on the bedding in creamy streams.
Wylis gently lowered her leg, and she whimpered from the soreness, her body limp from everything he had done to her.
Still on top of her, he started kissing her again. Not just her lips, her whole face. Her cheeks, her forehead, her soft neck, her tits, then back to her mouth. Each kiss was slow, lingering butterflies that left his mark, telling her without words how much he admired her beauty.
"Any regrets?" he asked once more, a bit more warmly this time.
Ashara, her dreamy eyes half closed, caressed both her hands over his face and pushed aside the damp strands of his brown hair. Her thumb lingered on his lower lip, where her bite had left a visible swell, and she gently traced over it, a slow drag of flesh on flesh.
"I don't… but you might…" She murmured, but then moaned softly. "Oh—You're too much to take, Wylis… let's talk in the morning."
He kissed her again, lips pressing into hers. Then he laid beside her, pulled her against his chest, and wrapped those thick arms around her soft, spent frame. Her body, still slick with sex and sweat, clung to him like melted wax.
His cock, already rising again, twitched faintly against her bare belly. He could've gone again, but he knew her limits. Her cunt was raw, her inner thighs sore, his cum still leaking from her slit in slow, messy drips, painting the bedding.
She'd taken everything he had. And now she was there, bare and branded in every way that mattered.
Regrets? Maybe… But I wanted this.
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"Owaaaah~"
Wylis yawned with a wide open mouth. He'd woken up early, or rather, he slept too little. Ashara was more daring than he thought and after an hour or so of rest, they did it again. Then a few hours later, they did it one more time. Each time she grew more accustomed to his size and by the end, she didn't mind how hard he plunged through her tight fertile cunt.
And he unashamedly spilled inside her each time. She didn't react to it either, just taking it over and over again with big, panting smiles and sniffles that made the musky room feel intoxicating. They coiled in the bed like snakes, wrapped in each other's arms. On the bed, by the wall, on the chair, sitting, standing, and even on the fucking floor.
She could barely walk straight when she left his bedchamber in the early hours of the morning. Though the kiss before she left was too arousing, as if she didn't want to leave his room. As if she wanted more of him.
He made no promises, but he was sure in his heart that he'd see her again soon.
After Ashara left, instead of sleeping, Wylis packed his luggage. He had a massive task ahead, and he wasn't unwilling to fulfill it, as it would only spread his name further and make him seem more legendary.
When the sun shone its first light on Harrenhal, he arrived at the feast hall where a few drunk nobles from the previous night still lay asleep in their own puke. There was no morning feast, but they were allowed to seek some food from the servants before starting their journey.
"Bring me some bread, boiled eggs, milk, boiled meat, and a pinch of salt," Wylis asked a frail young man serving the hall and tossed him a copper penny. The coin was for him since the food was free.
Slowly, the hall started to get livelier. For many lords, staying away from their fief for too long was unsettling. Most wished to head home right away. Some lords from nearby had even left the previous night after the feast.
"There you are, Wylis." Lyanna arrived with her brothers and sat down right beside him, beaming with a bright smile. She was happy that Wylis won, and even happier that he bested the pretentious prince. "You're really staying behind?"
Wylis received his food just then and started preparing his small feast, peeling the boiled eggs. "What can I do? The King asked me to bring him a hundred bandit heads. I'll go around catching them."
"You're truly set on this?" Lyanna asked, voice softening in worry. "Wylis, no one's going to care if you choose not to. You don't have to."
He gave a casual shrug. "I also want to take a look at King's Landing while I have the chance. Not every day I come this far south."
"True enough. But don't think you'll miss my wedding and go unpunished. I've laid eyes on Catelyn, and seven hells, she's finer than I hoped. She's got a sister, too—maybe I'll have you knighted and married before the feast is through." Brandon drunkenly offered, his hangover still not gone.
Lysa? That dumb bitch? Fuck no!
"I'll pass on that. Think I'll hunt for a woman on my own. One who's got a bit of wild in her, fierce as a wolf, and secretly plays at being a knight when no one's looking. Who charges into battle for the thrill of it!"
"Hah! Good luck with that mythical quest," Brandon chortled.
"Ehm…" Lyanna stiffened beside Wylis, confused and shocked that he knew her secret.
Got you, girl.
He pinched her thigh under the table to tease her. With his free hand, he shoved food in his mouth. The drawback of eating boiled eggs was that they were dry. In a rush, he gulped down the glass of milk as well.
"It's just a hundred bandits. I'll be back home before you know it," Wylis replied, now caressing her leg under the table. He really wanted to spend a night with her, but there were too many eyes on Lyanna.
Love? No. Lyanna simply cherished Wylis more than anything. It was a strange relationship for her as well. She wanted to hold onto him, she wanted to do unholy things with him. All the while knowing they can never be more than that, never marry or be lovers.
"Try to stay alive, Wylis." She put her hand on his, the one on her leg.
I'll have to if I'm to keep that Targaryen bastard away from you.
He ignored Eddard's suspicious gaze on the other side of the table and smiled at Lyanna. "Keep my tourney gold safe for m—"
THUD!
"WYLIS!"
What? What happened?!
"WYLIS! GET UP! M-MAESTER!"
Lyanna? What's she saying?
All Wylis felt was a sudden jolt in his body. He felt all of his body freeze and with a thud, his face fell forward onto his plate. His eyes were wide open, as was his mouth, but he couldn't say or move anything. Not even blink.
Wh-What's happening?
And then, he felt a sudden pain in his chest.
No, no, no… Did someone… No!
Lyanna's voice started to feel distant. He could see the blurry image of her hand trying to move him.
Ting!
And then appeared that magical, blue screen in front of his eyes. It slowly turned red, however, looking ominous.
[The Tyrant's Squire Emergency Enforcement!]
[Host Rescue Exploits Engaged!]
[Poison Detected!]
[Searching Shop!]
Ting!
[All Poison Immunity - 10 Years]
[Death Imminent In 8, 7, 6…]
T-Ten years?!
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