"Oh~" she gasped, the breath rushing out of her lungs as he lowered her onto him. His thick, bulbous cockhead speared her open with obscene slowness. Her slippery lower lips stretched around it, her aching entrance parting for him once again, though it still felt like he was claiming her for the very first time. She was slick, but the stretch made her eyes roll back, her body reflexively tightening, as if reluctant to give him room.
"Please… be safe…" she whimpered, clinging to him, her body clenching with every inch he claimed. "Y-you're my… only friend…"
Wylis chuckled darkly, his cockhead lodged in her vice-like entrance, her trembling walls hugging him greedily.
"If someone saw us like this," he murmured, dragging his cock just a fraction deeper, "they'd call us anything but friends, Lyanna."
"I don't care…" she moaned, her voice cracking with need. "And… promise me that…"
Her words faltered as his cock pressed deeper, her core strained open to accommodate him. She felt split in half, her pelvis throbbing with the sweet ache. He was shifting her organs, rearranging her guts with nothing but slow, cruel inches of cock. Her cunt fluttered and pulsed with need, that air-tight seal was sinful. "Even when I'm married to that… that fat oaf… you won't… forget me… promise me…"
I won't let that happen in the first place; Wylis swore in his mind. Whatever fate lay ahead, he knew this—he wasn't giving her up. Not to Robert. Not to anyone.
He kissed her again, hard and fast, swallowing her whimpers, and then, without warning, slammed her hips down. His cock vanished into her. Balls-deep in one stroke.
A deep, wet squelch filled the air as her cunt accepted him entirely, walls stretched taut around the invader, obscenely, pulsating, sore, and red.
Her belly bulged slightly from the force of it, he could feel himself inside her, feel the way her insides gripped him with animal hunger. Felt as if Lyanna's body was molded just right for him, impossibly snug like a glove. A tight, clenching, throbbing velvet prison that sucked him in.
She kissed him harder, desperate, frantic, her lips trembling, hanging weightless in his mighty arms. Her doe-like eyes squeezed shut as tears welled up from the sheer intensity. Her hands roamed everywhere, his jaw, his cheekbones, his thick neck like she was trying to memorize him by touch. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Her tongue slid into his mouth, lolling helplessly against his, as if she was offering herself up in every possible way.
Wylis was light-headed. Drunk on her scent, on her taste, on the way her cunt milked him from the inside. Every inch of his cock was caressed by her silken heat. She wasn't just tight, she was alive inside, her walls rippling around him, sucking him in and trying to keep him there. The ridges of her inner walls gripped his cock with hungry, fluttering squeezes.
She was molten lava wrapped in silk. And she was his.
"I promise, Lyanna…" he whispered hoarsely, "I may forget my name—but I'm not forgetting you. You're my only real friend, too. Only…"
"Aaaaah~" Lyanna cried out, her moans dissolving into a whimper that she tried to smother with another kiss. She clung to him, trembling like a leaf in the wind. The heavy furs she wore made it worse, adding to the steam, the heat, the sweat, the weight pulling her body down onto his rod of flesh. They were still half-dressed, but they felt more naked than ever before. His cock inside her felt raw, real.
Wylis finally shut his eyes and let himself have her. He began fucking her like a man with no tomorrow, hoisting her up with strong arms, then driving her down on his length again and again, just as she allowed him to. His hips met hers in perfect rhythm. He pistoned into her while bouncing her weight on his cock, her tight hole swallowing him with wet, delicious resistance each time.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
The sounds were obscene. Wet slaps of flesh echoed around the room, mixed with the slick, sucking squelch of her drenched cunt devouring him.
Her juices ran down his shaft and thighs, wetting them both. Her under thighs smacked against his pelvis every time he bottomed out, burying himself to the hilt in her snug, spasming sheath.
Most women couldn't handle it. But Lyann, she had made herself take it. From the first time, she'd molded herself to fit him. She was stretched, sore, trembling, but so damn greedy for more.
Wylis felt her squeezing his swollen staff tighter with every thrust as if her pussy knew this might be the last time and refused to let go.
"Gah… Close~" Wylis hissed into her mouth, the warning nearly lost in their shared breath.
"Nooo-oh!" Lyanna moaned back, panic and ecstasy crashing together. Her body convulsed in his grip. Her ass trembled in his big hands, quaking with pleasure, and her raised thighs fluttered against his sides. Her breath choked, then broke, and suddenly… She shattered.
Her pussy clamped down hard, spasming like mad, milking his cock in desperate, frenzied pulses. Her walls gushed, coating him in a hot, creamy release. Her entire body seized, back arching violently, eyes wide open and blank. Her mouth fell open but made no sound at first, just a trembling gasp that broke into a strangled, melodious moan.
"Gaaaaah! Ooooh… I-I love you…. Aaah~"
"..."
Right then, in a moment of shock, Wylis slammed himself all the way in again, burying every inch of his cock to the base, right as her clenching cunt opened wide, cervix blooming just enough to welcome him. And he came.
His cock pulsed violently, swelling at the root, then shot hot, thick ropes of seed straight against her deepest walls. Her womb drank him up, soaked in it while he groaned against her mouth, their kiss muffling the pure animalistic sound that tore from his throat. "Gah–!"
His balls spasmed again and again, pumping her full of virile, molten lava. It was heavy, sticky, and rich, coating her stretched-out cunt in thick spurts. Hot, messy globs of his seed leaked around his still-buried shaft, pouring out between her glistening folds in fat trails.
The air smelled of sex, sweat, and raw lust. She kissed him through all of it, tongue dancing with his, eyes fluttering.
He felt her heat, her trembling, the slick mess they created together. It was all real. It was filthy, wrong, addictive.
S-she does? Really? Then Rhaegar… He stands no chance, right? Wait, does that mean he'll kidnap her? His mind itched and spiraled, unable to ignore the future.
But his cock never went soft.
Not even after that powerful release. In fact, it stayed hard, swollen, and still buried in that flooded cunt like it belonged there. So he grabbed her cloud-like ass tighter and resumed thrusting. No words. Just deeper, messier, greedier fucking. The kind that sloshed cum around inside her. The kind that squelched when he moved.
But how? What can I do? I can save her but… I have nowhere to keep her. I'm still a nobody.
He didn't fear Rhaegar. Saving her from him was easy. But hiding her from Robert was the real challenge. He didn't have a house, a keep, or any land in his name. He was just a fucking stableboy.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Oooooooh~" she moaned, no strength in her voice anymore, just breathless need in surrender.
Her tongue rolled out, drool trailing down her cheek. Her glossy, dazed eyes locked on him like he was the only thing left in the world.
He pulled her tongue into his mouth and sucked it, kissing her deep and sloppy, fucking her while their lips and tongues tangled in desperate heat.
His cock thrust up into her soaked mess, that frothy mixture of cream and cum coating every inch of him. He hoisted her up, bouncing her like a toy on his cock, her legs dangling limply at his sides, and she seemed to love all of it.
Her pussy had gotten hotter, somehow wetter. Her insides were a sweltering pool of overstimulation, slick and feverish. His cock glided easily with her flood, fucking her in and out until her soaked walls gripped his thrusting cock once again.
"Oooommmmhhhh~"
She came again.
This time, she squirted—loud, messy, wild. A spray of liquid burst from her cunt, soaking his stomach and thighs, shooting out with a wet splatter. Her pussy sprayed like a fountain, the force of it splashing between their bodies, dripping from his balls. Her thighs twitched uncontrollably. Her body seized up from the inside out.
She clawed at his chest and tried to climb higher up his body, her muscles failing, just trying to escape the overstimulation. But all she managed was lifting herself off his cock for a second, enough for her fluids to spill freely down, dripping from her puffy pussy lips in gushing streams.
Then she fell back down—and his cock rammed right back in.
He lodged himself so deep her breath caught. The blunt tip of his dick kissed her cervix again, harder this time, knocking at her womb's gate like it was about to crash through it.
"Ah–!" She cried out, her eyes rolling all the way back, mouth wide in silent shock.
"Gah… Lyanna…" Wylis groaned, feeling her collapse around him.
He erupted.
Another thick wave of warm cream surged through him, every drop forced up through his length like it was being wrung from him. He felt the pressure, the squeeze, the glide of his own seed racing through his cock, each spurt sending a jolt up his spine as it dumped into her already-flooded cunt. It was no surprise this time but his deep intent, and she welcomed it all.
Her walls had no room left. It oozed around his cock in steady drips, her pussy making a sloppy suction sound with every slow pump.
His hips slowed, his cock now moving like an overworked piston, still hard but losing speed. Each thrust splotched into the ruin of her cunt. Their mess leaked out around the base, dripping down his balls in sticky threads, running in rivulets down his thighs, and puddling onto the floor below them.
His grip on her softened.
Her legs twitched as the spasms died down.
"…Haaaah… that was… insane," Wylis muttered, dazed, his chest rising and falling in ragged gasps. His cock stayed nestled deep inside her, twitching occasionally, still cradled by her pulsing, used love hole.
Her face was red, dewy with sweat, lips parted. She looked like she had seen gods. But her eyes… her eyes were scared.
She'd said, 'I love you.' A confession in the middle of breaking apart. She looked terrified he might reject her, that he'd recoil, push her away now that her heart was bared.
He did nothing of the sort. If anything, her words steadied him. Strengthened him.
Lyanna didn't love Rhaegar. It was all clear now with no doubts needed.
Lyanna didn't love that silver-haired bastard. The fucker kidnapped her... I'll deal with it all… Knighthood, Lordship, I'll earn it all.
For the first time, in two lives, a woman had made him feel that way. The desire to protect, to keep her close, to never let her go. Lyanna Stark was chaos and heat, wrapped in a perfect, maddening woman. And she was his. Now, always, he hoped.
"I'll be back soon, Lyanna," he murmured, voice low and husky as he leaned in to kiss her one last time.
He didn't have an answer to her confession, not yet. But he tasted her mouth again, her tongue warm and soft, and she melted into him like she didn't want to let go.
Her arms clung tightly around his neck, holding him like she feared this was the last time. Maybe it was. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve that kind of attachment from her, but fuck, he wanted it. Wanted her.
I'll take responsibility; he promised himself, just as his now-soft cock finally slipped free of her ravaged cunt.
A messy, obscene spill of thick, pearly cum followed, oozing out of her stretched pussy lips in long, gloppy dribbles. It smeared down her thighs, clinging to her folds in heavy strands, still hot from how deeply he'd emptied himself inside. She was a dripping, fucked-out mess in his arms, and yet still beautiful beyond words.
They stayed like that, lips never separating, as if trying to imprint the feeling into memory. Her mouth moved languidly against his, her tongue slow and tender. Sweat slicked their bodies, their heat clinging together.
Eventually, she pulled back, panting softly. Her face was flushed crimson, wisps of hair stuck to her temples, lips swollen from too many kisses. Her smile glowed until her brows pinched and she narrowed her eyes.
"You bastard, is that how you treat a lady? It felt like you'd make a hole through my stomach." She cursed at him in annoyance, only to get a dumb-looking grin from him. "Look at you, shameless—At least put me down now. My legs hurt, my hips hurt, my arse hurts, and my…"
"Cunt hurts?" He teased with a wicked smirk.
Pa!
She smacked his cheek with all the strength of a kitten.
He grinned wider and kissed the palm of her hand.
"You rogue! You even spilled in me—What if…" she started, voice trailing off.
Her tone said one thing. Her eyes said another. She didn't regret a second of it.
Wylis gently let her down, guiding her to the bed like she was glass. As he expected, her knees buckled, and she stumbled, thighs quivering from the strain of being wrecked so thoroughly. She winced, walking gingerly to the edge of the mattress before collapsing onto it. But she regretted none of it.
He pulled on his breeches first, then turned back to her—still flushed, still dripping. Without a word, he knelt before her, took her smallcloth and trousers, and dressed her himself. One leg at a time. Tender. Slow. Her pale skin twitched under his touch, still sensitive.
She raised her hips, letting him finish pulling them up. She smiled at him the entire time, soft, radiant, glowing from the inside out. Perhaps that was what she liked about him the most. He treated her tenderly when needed, and roughly when she wanted it, without ever having to tell it to him.
Just as he leaned forward to adjust the waistband, he paused, smirking, and stole one last kiss. A light peck on her unsuspecting, sweet lips.
"I'll be back, Lyanna, I promise. Stronger, richer, and… craving."
She sat there, speechless, watching him dress the rest of the way. Her chest rose with heavy breaths. Her knuckles clenched tight on the bed, and her glistening, sweat-covered face suddenly looked… sullen.
"Wylis—"
He paused with his hand on the door.
"I…" she began, faltering. A rare stutter from the proud she-wolf. "Forget what I said."
Like I can now. He didn't answer. Just smiled over his shoulder and walked out the door.
Thud!
The sound of the closing door echoed in the room like thunder.
Lyanna dropped back onto the bed with a heavy sigh, her covered legs falling open as her worn, used body finally collapsed. A fresh trickle of cum oozed into her smallclothes underneath the trousers. She barely noticed.
She flung an arm over her eyes. Her chest heaved. Her lips trembled.
"…What was I thinking?" she whispered to the empty room. "We can never… Father will kill him."
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