Wylis licked his lips and followed after her like a shadow. Towering behind her lithe, noble frame, he loomed like a storm cloud. The moment she clicked the lock shut, his arms wrapped around her. One across her shoulders, palm over her breast, the other wrapped tight around her slim waist, hand splayed over her belly. He pressed her against the door, chest flush to her back, and let her feel the hard, swollen bulge of his craving grinding against her spine.
He dipped his face beside her ear and gave it a slow lick, followed by a teasing bite that made her gasp. His breath came hot, hungry. "I missed this too."
"Mmmmh…" Lyanna moaned, licking her own lips to keep them from going dry.
His hand on her breast squeezed, kneaded, teasing the perk of her nipple through the fabric. The other hand snaked downward, under the waistband of her trousers, pushing past her smallcloth.
He found her pussy moist and waiting, and she jolted as his fingers rubbed directly into her folds.
"Yes…! Damn you… for making me this… sex-starved!" she cursed through clenched teeth.
"Really?" Wylis chuckled, licking the shell of her ear with the flat of his tongue, coating it entirely in his spit until she winced and shivered. "Wasn't it your suggestion?"
"Oh… it was…" she gasped as his finger slid lower, dragging her slick juices over her swollen bundle of nerves in lazy, slow circles. "But you didn't have to be… this good."
Wylis couldn't help himself. He needed her. Craving her taste, he spun her around, never once pulling his hand from inside her trousers. His palm remained glued to her cunt, fingers still teasing as he turned her to face him.
Her face was flushed with need, her lips wet and parted, and those grey eyes were wide, shimmering, full of heat. She looked up at him like she'd drown in his touch.
"Thanks for the compliment," he said and leaned in to kiss her again. At the same time, he slid his thick middle finger inside her. The moment he felt her walls close around it, slick and clenching, he groaned. She was still so tight… too tight. A perfect, welcoming grip that made his cock throb in envy.
As they kissed, his other hand worked quickly, untying the knot at her waist. Her trousers dropped in a whisper of fabric. He hooked his fingers into her smallcloth next, pushing them down in one motion. And as they slid to her ankles, he dropped to his knees.
"W-Wait, what are you—We don't have time fo—ooooh~!"
Lyanna gasped, covering her mouth with both hands as her knees nearly buckled. His tongue lashed into her slit with savage precision, licking her folds with raw hunger. She felt his mouth drink her in, his tongue so hot, so relentless, it melted her thoughts away. When she dared to look down, what she saw nearly made her moan louder.
Wylis had pushed her to step one leg out of her trousers for easier access. Both his hands gripped her ass like handles, pulling her hips closer. And his face, his glorious, desperate, handsome face, was buried between her thighs; his tongue thrusting, licking, devouring her as if he needed it to live.
He looked starved.
"Mmmmmmm~" Lyanna whimpered, breath catching in her throat as she felt his tongue make contact again.
That tongue, hot, slick, and insatiable, dragged along her swollen folds like a serpent tracing the lines of paradise. It slithered inside her, parting her tight entrance, then flicked upward with devilish precision, teasing her throbbing clit with quick, wet lashes that made her legs go weak.
Wylis didn't care anymore. He didn't understand why he wanted to kiss her until his lips went numb, to fuck her until her voice gave out, and now, to eat her cunt like it was his only purpose for living. He gave up trying to make sense of it. He just obeyed that carnal urge. His mouth feasted between her legs, licking, sucking, lapping the glistening folds of her pussy that only he had ever tasted. It was flushed pink and puffy, practically weeping for him, that sweet little slit throbbing helplessly on his tongue.
Lyanna's head fell back as her spine arched. She was flying, floating, fucking gone. Her breath hitched in her throat as she lifted one leg and rested it over his shoulder, instinctively spreading herself wider, exposing more of that needy little flower to him. And when his hot, strong tongue plunged deep into her, deep enough she felt him tasting the inside of her—her entire body locked up. One hand clamped over her mouth to stifle a scream, the other buried in his thick, messy hair.
Her pussy started to spasm.
Her whole body convulsed. Her spine arched like a bow, her thighs clenched against his face, and her cunt pulsed hard around nothing but air and tongue. A silent scream exploded behind her palm. Her hot nectar gushed against his mouth, soaking his lips, chin, and nose. Her fingers clenched in his hair with such force.
This crazy fucking woman!
His scalp burned, but he didn't stop. He kept going, dragging her through every last ripple of that orgasm. He locked his mouth to her pussy, refusing to let her go, licking like he wanted to leave her trembling mess on the floor. His strong hands held her ass firmly, keeping her right where she was, grinding that quivering cunt into his face like he needed her to ride it.
Her cries died down. Her body started to slacken. Her trembling softened into faint, shuddering breaths.
Only then did Wylis pull back, gasping for breath, face drenched in her slick juices, lips raw and glistening. His chin glimmered. His eyes burned.
He rose to his full height, towering over her like a sex god, and reached for her. His hand circled her throat, not to choke, but to cradle. His fingers slipped around to her nape, where he found the root of her thick braid. He grabbed it in a sudden tug and pulled her head back, forcing her chin up, her eyes wide.
"This is for pulling my hair," he growled and then crushed his mouth to hers.
She didn't hesitate. She dove into the kiss like a starving wolf, tongue plunging into his mouth, tasting herself on his lips and loving it. She licked her own scent from him like it was honey, moaning into him, rubbing her lips along his, greedy for every drop of her own essence.
As they devoured each other, Wylis reached down and untied his breeches. He shoved them down without ceremony, finally freeing the thick, glorious cock he was so proud of, a heavy, veiny beast that stood upright, already twitching with need. It had been inside Ashara Dayne, yes—but Lyanna's cunt… it had claimed him first. And his twitching flesh ached for her now.
Lyanna reached between them, breath still shaky, and wrapped one hand around his shaft. Her fingers were slim and elegant, but she could barely circle them around his girth. She stroked him slowly, reverently, her hand sliding up and down his length, smearing the slick bead of precum already leaking from the tip. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and lust as she bent her knees.
But before she could go down on him, Wylis stopped her with a single, low murmur.
"Shhhh~" he said, brushing a hand over her shoulder. "We don't have much time."
Repeating her own words back to her, Wylis ducked slightly, slipped his hands behind her thighs, and lifted her up like she weighed nothing.
She gasped, her eyes going wide, but her body moved naturally. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooked her knees over his arms, and let her full weight drop into his grip.
He held her like a prize, palms gripping her round asscheeks, locking her into place. Her pussy hovered right above his twitching cock, wet and waiting.
"Ah…" Lyanna yelped, already flushed with the memory of that position. Whenever time was short, this was always their go-to. With practiced ease, she spread her thighs wide, balanced on his forearms, her trousers still dangling off one foot. Her arms slid around his neck, pulling him close as she leaned in to kiss him again.
"Wylis… I… do you really have to go?" she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling. Her grey eyes were misted, fragile in that moment of vulnerability, even as her body clung to his.
His thick cock was pressed right against her slick entrance, the fat head nudging the tight, resisting ring of her folds. She was open to him, completely at his mercy, but never once did she feel unsafe. With Wylis, she never did.
He moved, carrying her effortlessly into the center of the nearly empty room. He didn't need the door to support them, his strength alone was enough. Her legs dangled beside his arms, her braid cascading down behind her. Their bodies clung together, fused in heat and sweat and longing. Her tight slit kissed the swollen tip of his cock.
Wylis stared into her eyes, his brows furrowed.
"I was born a nobody, Lyanna," he said quietly. "I don't want to die a nobody."
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