It was hard to believe, but that was the reality for many noble women out there. Noble lords mostly grew up pampered and dumb. No wonder most didn't know how to please their women.
"Come here, Diana." His hands slid under her ass and back, and he lifted her entire body. He settled her to straddle his lap without ever leaving the grip of her cunt.
His cock speared upward so deep she cried out, spine arching as the blunt head battered the mouth of her womb. He crushed her to his chest, arms iron-tight around her soft frame; her cloud-like breasts flattened against his muscle, nipples scraping skin with every ragged breath.
Diana tried to straighten, to ease the impossible depth, but her spine only bowed further, impaled and trembling, every inch of her pinned by that merciless, iron-hard pole buried inside her.
Diana gasped and received the magnificent man's lips. Her lips parting on a gasp as though his tongue alone could save her from drowning. Oh, she hated him, still hated him for what he did to her firstborn. Yet at the same time, she lost herself to his charm. How could a man be so perfect in so many ways?
"Wylis!" She moaned raw and broken, over and over, as though the gods themselves had abandoned her to this sin. Oh, she hated herself for moaning his name. But he was so…
He was everything her husband had never been; thick, relentless, alive inside her. If she couldn't have a man like him forever, she would at least remember what it felt like.
Every upward drag of his claw-like hands on her ass lifted her, then slammed her back down like she were a weightless toy. His cock churned the thick batter he had already poured into her. It sloshed deep in her belly, hot and heavy, bruising her from the inside out, a dull, delicious ache that made her sob with every stroke. Her ruined cunt burned, stretched beyond reason, yet still greedily swallowing him to the root like it had been starved for years.
"Uughhnnn–!!"
She surrendered entirely, lost in pleasure, eyes rolling white. No man had ever reached so deep inside her, not even half. Oh, how envious she felt of the Lady of Ramsgate, molten envy that coiled tight as her body sang for him.
"Yessssss!" Her cry muffled against his mouth as her arms locked around his thick neck.
Her climax crashed like a storm. She shattered on his cock, hips jerking in frantic little circles, trying to wring every last pulse of ecstasy from her bones so she could keep the memory long after he was gone.
"Ugh! Tight… Diana!" he growled.
Whatever her plan had been, hatred or seduction or both, he no longer cared. She was milking him too perfectly, her spasming walls sucking at him recklessly.
Her orgasm clamped down so violently that his vision narrowed. With a brutal squeeze of his arms, he crushed her waist, grinding her down until her swollen pussy lips kissed the coarse hair at his base and his fat cockhead battered the gates of her womb. There, lodged in that slick, greedy furnace, he burst.
His cock jerked once, twice, then erupted in thick, obscene ropes. Pulse after savage pulse, he flooded her in sheer volume. Hot, virile cream jetted so hard it splashed against her battered walls and made her shiver in utter pleasure. Each throb of his balls forced another gush, painting her insides white, stuffing her until her belly felt swollen with it.
He stared at her ruined face. Her blue eyes rolled back to slits, her lips parted in a dazed, drooling smile. There were dark streaks beneath her lashes, her hair a wild tangle plastered to her sweat-slick cheeks. Every pump of his cock sent another shudder through him, his balls drawing up tight and twitching in delight as they emptied his seeds into the widow he had widowed.
Wylis fisted her hair and yanked her head back. Her tongue lolled out in surrender, soft and willing, and he fucked his tongue into her mouth the same way he had her cunt, slow and possessive. He tasted the salt and sex while his cock kept pulsing, kept filling, kept branding her from the inside.
Jolt after jolt, he poured the last of it into her, until the overflow spilled out in sloppy, lewd streams down his sack, and dripped in heavy strands from her stretched hole. The scent of it filled the chamber like incense.
Diana stayed impaled on his lap, trembling through the aftershocks, her soft body wracked with shivers. She clung to him, breath ragged, cunt still fluttering weakly around the cock that had just ruined her.
Ting!
[Name: Diana Mooton
Age: 39
Occupation: Lady of Maidenpool
Current Loyalty: 50%
Status: Impregnated]
There it is!
At last, the notification came. He finally loosened his grip on her waist and let her fall backwards onto the bed.
On its own, his cock slipped out, and he got to see the filthy mess he'd made. Her cunt was swollen, lips flushed, glistening and gaping slightly, painted thick with his spend. A slow, lazy river of white oozed from her entrance in pearly strands.
Aye, she can feel it.
He saw the way Lady Mooton was rubbing a hand on her belly. He'd really bruised and filled her up. But it was their first and last moment in bed, as he was to leave come morning.
"My lady… I'm a very… potent man."
"Hah." Lady Mooton laughed throatily, insanely even. "Ummmh…"
Her hand went between her legs, her fingers parting those battered folds. The middle finger sank easily into the creamy mess, stirring once, twice, and then came out covered in his cream. Still smiling, she brought the digit to her lips and licked it clean, slow and intentional.
"I suppose, Lord Mooton left me one last memory to cherish."
Uh… Would make sense… but evil.
With a sigh, he lay down beside the woman, on his side, head on one folded hand. His free hand rolled over her breasts, feeling the softness that sent jolts back to his cock.
"Maidenpool will be an important part of my trade route soon." He assured her, rolling fingers over her nipples.
"Umm… Time will tell."
Of course, she didn't trust him. Fifty percent wasn't enough. Currently, she was unsure because his words were just words.
"Would like to continue this or… I can leave." He asked honestly, because really, he was growing hard again. He reckoned he could unload one more time.
"Gods…" She pressed the back of her hand on her eyes. "Are you a man or a god of pleasure? I feel pity and envy at the same time. Lady of Ramsgate is blessed and cursed by your size."
Wylis chuckled because Lyanna was probably the only woman who screamed at him to break her. To go as hard as humanly possibly, regardless of his size. That woman loved every inch of him, including every experience he gave her body.
It was hard for other women to understand.
"Aye, my lord… let's continue… so I won't ever forget this feeling."
With that, Wylis grabbed and pulled Lady Mooton on top of himself.
He still had hours before dawn.
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Riverlands, Kingsroad
Wylis sent Ros, his found treasure, and forty of his men on a ship to Ramsgate. He initially planned to join it and head home, but midway through his planning, he changed his plans.
He came to the realisation that by heading home, he was giving his enemies time to plot against him. Now that House Frey likely knew he had foiled their plans, they'd see him as an enemy. It was only a matter of time before House Frey and House Bolton joined hands against him. And worked together to hurt his trade, yet to begin.
"My lord, this is risky."
"What's safe in this world, Chett? I served the Mad King and kept my head. Walder Frey is just a filthy old rat in a damp castle. Some bridge-keeping cunt thinks he can name me foe without ever looking me in the eye. I mean to correct that," Wylis said, riding Caliburn. The Twins were already visible in the distance. They'd been on the road for many days.
But he halted right there. They had been riding alongside the river Green Fork, the very river House Frey monopolized on with their bridge. He went off-road and entered the forested area to hide from clear sight.
"Five of you stay here and raise a camp. Chett and four more ride with me to the Twins." His voice cut through as he studied each man sternly. "Sunset is five hours off. Tonight, remember this. You obey my word without question. No ifs, no doubts. You do as you are told. Clear enough?"
The men gulped, feeling the weight of the situation.
"Don't worry, there will be no battles, no clashes of swords. But once I'm done, we'll have to make haste and leave for the North," he reassured and patted Caliburn's fluffy mane. "The realm will never believe in what's about to happen. But know this, your lord did it. As to what, you will know soon."
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