Wylis sometimes wondered what went on in Lyanna's mind. The woman was strange to him, making him feel at times that she truly enjoyed having him bed other women. What pleasure she found in that was unknown to him.
"No shame in what's been done many times before," Rhaella muttered sultrily, as her small hand wrapped firmly around the thick base of his cock.
She shifted sideways, pressing her wet tongue to one side of his cock so Ros could mirror her on the opposite side. Together, they framed his beastly girth. Two pale, pregnant goddesses kneeling in perfect symmetry, claiming every veined inch like it belonged to them.
Wylis's length throbbed so hard he felt it in his teeth. The sight of their soft mouths working together around his girth. Their lips slowly slid along the same ridges, tongues flicking in lazy, mirrored strokes that met at the underside before parting again. He could feel every flutter of their breath as their spit glistened on his skin, every tiny suck and swirl, and it made his balls draw tight.
Their breasts were sultry miracles. Full and succulent even this early in their pregnancies, they pressed together in the middle, nipples tight, the faint blue veins under their skin teasing him. The creamy flesh spilled over one another, smushed so tightly that a thin sheen of sweat already gleamed in the narrow valley between them.
His child growing inside each of them had only made them riper, softer, more to greedily squeeze.
He couldn't stop himself. His hands dropped to the ridiculous Santa hats and guided them without force, just enough pressure to feel them yield, to feel the way they followed his lead.
The heat pouring off their spit-slick mouths was unbearable, a scorching bath that licked up his spine. The ex-queen and the red-haired beauty, both worshipping him on their knees; it should have been shameful. Instead, it only made him harder, made his cock jerk.
He pushed Ros downward, to the wrinkled sac of his balls. She lapped at them with slow strokes, tongue curling to draw one jewel into her mouth, sucking gently while her nose pressed into the musky root of his shaft.
At the same moment, he nudged Rhaella higher. The silver-haired queen sealed her plush lips around his crown and suckled greedily, as though she could pull his soul out through the tip. A thin trickle of milk leaked from her neglected nipples, pearling white against Ros' flushed skin.
"Slurp… Slurp… Ummm…!"
The wet slaps of tongue on skin, the soft, greedy noises they made. The filth of it was intoxicating. He throbbed so hard he thought he might burst right at that moment.
Everything was smeared into a mess. Ros's spit dripped in long, shining strands from his balls to her tits; Rhaella's lips sucked so hard as if she wanted to leave marks. Their faces were flushed and glistening, chins slick, eyes glassy.
"Ghhk…" Wylis groaned deep in his throat.
Both ladies knew that sound, that delightful sound they loved.
Without a word, they rose higher on their knees, hands cupping their own swollen breasts and pressing them together until their magnificent clouds swallowed his cock completely.
He was too thick, too wild for such delicate treatment, and yet they made it work, squeezing and sliding in perfect rhythm, milking him with the marshmallowy pressure of their tits alone. His hips jerked once, helpless, smearing precum into the doughy channel they'd made for him.
Both women rose higher, their mouths landing on the carved ridges of his abs. Ros and Rhaella pressed open-mouthed kisses across the hard planes, then teeth. Sharp little nips that stung just enough to make his muscles flex under their tongues. All the while, their hands never stopped kneading.
"There!"
At Wylis's warning, both women eagerly brought their faces back down. Their full, heavy mounds mashed together under his balls, soft pillows that cradled and squeezed the sensitive sac. They sealed their lips around opposite sides of his flushed, throbbing cockhead.
Finally, Wylis bursts like a fountain. Thick ropes of cream erupted in violent pulses.
Ros moved, lips parting just in front of the pulsing crown so the first heavy spurt splashed straight onto her waiting tongue. The rest dripped down the deep valley between both their tits.
She swallowed what she'd caught with a low, satisfied hum, then tilted her head to lap a thick pearl from the upper swell of her own breast.
Rhaella followed without hesitation, leaning down, tongue dragging slowly across the white spill on her skin before she rose again to seal her lips around his still-twitching cockhead. She suckled the last weak spurts straight from the source, eyes half-lidded in dreamy bliss.
The tenderness in it, the way she savored him even now, twisted something in Wylis' chest. Gods, how had he not bedded her more often?
Yet Wylis was far from spent. His cock barely softened, still standing proud.
"Get up, both of you, my ladies."
He hauled them to their feet by their upper arms, then guided them toward the wide, plush settee near the fire.
"Ros, you lie down first." He eased the redhead onto her back, letting her spine sink flat into the cushion, head tilted comfortably against the high backrest. Her legs dangled over the edge, thighs parted naturally.
"Rhaella." He turned to Rhaella and pressed her forward until she mounted Ros face-to-face, their heavy breasts crushing together in a soft, warm collision.
Wylis grabbed Rhaella's knees and lifted, folding her legs upward over the settee, wide so her thighs caged Ros' hips underneath, as Ros's legs were both folded up, locking around Rhaella's waist, ready for the mating ritual. The position locked them together. Rhaella's body draped over Ros like a living blanket, bellies brushing. Their slick pussies glistened, so close together they nearly touched with every breath.
Wylis stared down at the beauties, twin pale peaches stacked. Rhaella's ass was high and wide, faint silvery stretch marks blooming along the sides like delicate badges. Marks he found impossibly beautiful. Higher still, her tiny pink back door winked at him, untouched and trembling.
And finally, the most beautiful sight.
Ros and Rhaella's cunts were pressed so close together they seemed to share one continuous seam of wet heat. Ros' flushed a deeper rose-pink, swollen and glistening; Rhaella's a softer hue, petals slightly parted to reveal the slick pink inside. The contrast only made the sight more perfect.
"Oooooh!" The sound slipped from both their throats.
Wylis had shoved his thick length between their pussy lips, gliding along the joined path they made. Their folds parted around his girth, coating him in fresh juices with every teasing pass; he never entered any. Rhaella shuddered hard and collapsed forward, face sinking into the crook of Ros' neck, panting against Ros' ear.
Ros reacted instinctively, her long arms snaking down to grip Rhaella's plump asscheeks, shamelessly spreading them wide. The motion opened Rhaella completely, her little star clenching and fluttering under Wylis' hungry gaze.
"I'm… one blessed man," Wylis grunted, eyes drinking in every quiver of Rhaella's ass.
Both women giggled, utterly unashamed.
"Who first?"
"Ummmh…" Rhaella moaned, hips rocking in tiny, needy circles that made her ass jiggle in Ros' hands.
But Wylis grinned. Instead of claiming the ex-queen, he angled lower and pushed forward.
"Aaaaah! Yes! Oh Gods… You… Make me feel…. like a maiden. Every time…!"
Ros wailed high and sweet. Pinned flat under Rhaella's weight, she couldn't arch, couldn't lift her waist to meet the thrusts; only tremble and take the delicious stretch. Her nails dragged into Rhaella's ass as she took every brutal inch.
Wylis fed himself into her inch by torturous inch, savoring her cunt. Ros's walls clamped down skin-tight, so snug it felt like she was trying to strangle his cock.
He didn't leave Rhaella wanting. His thick middle finger plunged straight into the ex-queen's dripping cunt, curling to stroke that sensitive spot that made her thighs quake, while his broad thumb circled and then pressed insistently against the tight pink pucker of her ass.
He didn't push in, just rubbed filthy circles, spreading her own slick upward until the little ring fluttered and winked, begging. Rhaella's hips jerked helplessly, cunt clenching greedily around his finger while her untouched back hole pulsed in shameful want. He felt her peach pressed back harder in need, offering up every forbidden inch.
Plap!
With one final, deliberate roll of his hips, Wylis shoved his cock balls deep in Ros.
She gasped as though he'd punched the air straight out of her. Her pussy spasmed wildly around the beastly cock, inner walls fluttering and twitching, stretched to the absolute limit yet clinging desperately, shiny with her own nectar.
This was heaven. Ros was losing her mind under Rhaella's warm, sweat-slick body. The ex-queen's frantic little pants ghosted over her ear like steam. The weight felt like the most luxurious quilt, grounding her even as Wylis pounded into her.
Her cunt was sore already, lips swollen and stretched taut with every pull, then shoved wide again with every thrust. No matter how drenched she felt, his blessed cock still splayed her open.
Her eyes went shut, loving every moment. Wylis was gifted with a fat cock that no woman could take that easily, and she was obsessed with it.
"Ohhh fuck—yes! Stretch me, fill this greedy cunt!" Ros cried out in lust-drunk slurs.
"Mmmmh!" Her moans grew louder when Rhaella's teeth sank into the shell of her ear.
The knowledge that this was the former queen of the Seven Kingdoms sent Ros crashing over the edge. She came with a strangled scream, cunt convulsing in violent spasms, gushing hot and slick around Wylis' buried beast. Her release squirted in messy pulses, soaking his balls and smearing in thick, glossy streaks across Rhaella's own swollen folds.
Wylis didn't pause; he started fucking her harder. Long, brutal strokes that used every inch of his cock, hips snapping with feral greed. Deep and relentless.
Ros' plush thighs rippled with the impact, soft fluff jiggling in waves; Rhaella's generous ass bounced in sinful rhythm above her, asscheeks trembling.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The wet, obscene claps echoed louder. The settee groaned, protesting the reckless force.
"Gah!" He suddenly roared.
Ros nearly blacked out as the first thick spurt erupted inside her. She felt his cock twitch violently, swelling even thicker for a heartbeat before the hot, creamy flood. Pulse after pulse battering her womb, churning against her fluttering walls until every fold was coated and overflowing. The warmth spread, soothing the raw stretch even as it filled her to bursting, excess leaking out around his shaft in creamy rivulets that dripped down to mingle with her own release.
"Ah!"
Just as the high began to calm, Ros heard Rhaella's sharp cry. The silver-haired queen stiffened on top of her, fists clenching in the cushions, face buried harder into Ros' neck. Ros smirked, knowing it was her turn.
Rhaella felt him pull out from Ros's heat, only to slam into her own pussy. He was so much, too much, gloriously, impossibly much. One smooth, relentless thrust and he split her open, thick shaft stretching her tender walls. It was perfect. A part of her heart refused to share him. A part of her knew she alone couldn't handle him.
"Aaaaaaah!"
She felt his thumb finally breach her ass. Just the tip, just enough to make her see stars. The double invasion was taboo, thrilling beyond words; her body had already surrendered every inch to him long ago, yet the filthy thrill still made her lose her mind.
She loved Wylis with all her heart, all her mind, all her body.
Her cunt clamped down like a fist, milking him greedily while her back hole fluttered around the shallow press of his thumb. Pleasure ripped through her in blinding waves, every nerve singing.
"Yes! Tooo… much!"
Rhaella cried out as Wylis' rough palms clamped down on the pale globes of her ass. His fingers dug in hard enough to leave red imprints.
He sank deeper, deeper, until the fat crown of his cock kissed the gates of her womb and throbbed there, alive and pulsing inside her belly like a heartbeat. Every plunge of his shaft sent fresh heat rippling through her core.
"Oh!!"
And then, she lost it. Warm nectar gushing out between his cock and her splayed pussy lips.
Wylis wasn't surprised she came so fast, but he wasn't done yet. He clawed deeper into the jelly-like flesh of her ass, spreading her wider with every brutal thrust. The sight was maddening, screaming for him to claim it too, even though he knew better. Not tonight, not yet. Instead, he rewarded her with a sharp, ringing smack.
Pa!
His palm came down just enough to sting sweetly, to make her ass flush pink, to make her cunt clench harder around him. Her breathing turned ragged, that tight little ring pulsing helplessly, teasing him until his balls ached.
He fucked her harder with every thick, veined inch. Punishing strokes that bottomed out and dragged back, hips snapping forward with a squelch. His heavy sack slapped wetly against Ros' swollen, oversensitive pussy with every thrust, brushing her clit in filthy rhythm until the little pearl throbbed and twitched, forcing his batter to leak from her gaping pussy in thick, creamy globs.
Both women moaned in harmony. Raw, lustful sounds filled the air.
And then he felt it, Rhaella's cunt gripped around him a second time. Her back arched violently off Ros' chest, spine bowing in a perfect, trembling curve. Her nails raked the cushions while her silver hair whipped across Ros' face. Her moist walls kneaded him in frantic pulses, clamping and squeezing, drawing him impossibly deeper as she came apart, thighs quaking, toes curling.
But to his surprise, Ros also came again just from that. A second climax that ripped through her without warning, triggered by the rhythmic grind of Rhaella's body, the hot splash of fresh nectar, the relentless slap of Wylis' balls on her nub. She gasped, eyes rolling back, cunt spasming emptily around nothing yet still gushing, soaking them both in another flood of heat.
Wylis smirked. He slid one broad palm up through Rhaella's sweat-damp hair, fisting gently at the roots, using the grip to anchor her as he leaned his full weight forward. The angle deepened everything. His thrusts turned feral.
Plap! Plap!
Creak! Creak! Creak!
The settee's wood groaning in time with their bodies.
"Thank you… for this… gift… Ros… Rhaella." Wylis leaned down, lips finding the slope of Rhaella's back. Open-mouthed kisses trailing up her spine, then sucking dark hickies into the sensitive skin of her neck. Then he dipped lower, finding Ros' mouth beside Rhaella's head. He kissed her deeply, tongue claiming, while never slowing the brutal thrusts in Rhaella.
He bottomed out one final time, cock buried to the root, and exploded.
Thick, scalding ropes erupted deep inside the ex-queen, flooding her womb, painting every fluttering fold. Creamy excess instantly welled up, leaking in slow rivulets down the joined seam of their cunts. It dripped hot and heavy onto Ros' swollen pussy lips, mingling with hers, smearing between their pressed-together folds in a glossy, filthy mess.
Every shallow pump he gave only churned it more, pushing his spend deeper into Rhaella, then dragging it back out to coat them both until their pussies glistened like they'd been glazed in pearl.
He kept moving with deep rolls of his hips. He pressed his weight down fully now, sandwiching Rhaella between his chest and Ros' softer curves. His mouth never stopped, kissing Rhaella's flushed cheek, the shell of her ear, the nape of her neck; then turning to brush tender, lingering kisses across Ros' lips, her jaw, the corner of her smiling mouth.
Finally, he drew one deep, shuddering breath and eased back. He stepped away just enough to look.
The aftermath was unholy. Rhaella and Ros lay tangled. Their cunts still pressed together, puffy and reddened, a slow trickle of his thick cream seeping from Rhaella to paint Ros' folds in lazy white streaks. Neither moved, spent and tired.
Don't tempt me, my beautiful queen.
He was still staring at Rhaella's ass, so exposed. He really felt like plowing her for a day and a night nonstop, as if a response to all the years he didn't have her.
Eventually, he helped both women clean up and get dressed. Their legs were so wobbly, so he lifted each in his arms and took them to their bedchambers one by one, tucking them in with deep, wet kisses.
Finally, later at night, he headed to his personal bedchamber. To his surprise, Lyanna was awake in bed, candles burning beside her, a book in her hands. By the look of her nude shoulders, she was just as nude under the quilt.
"Done with them?"
He just nodded and began taking his clothes off.
Woosh!
But then Lyanna put the book away and threw the entire quilt off of herself, revealing herself in her bare glory. Gods, she was so fucking gorgeous, slim yes, but so perfect, flat belly of a warrior woman, tits round and succulent, and… as she spread both her legs wide, her cunt so snug and a slit of rosy.
But it was her adventurous nature that did it. Despite being quite short and slim compared to Wylis, she was far more ferocious in bed than any. And that was something that always turned Wylis' dog brain on.
"Come, my stallion, mount me!"
"..."
"Isn't that the opposite? You mount the stallion," he corrected.
Lyanna scoffed and nearly split her legs apart straight. "Gods! Fuck reasoning! Just shove that cock in me."
"..."
Wylis was no man to deny his own wife. He wanted it just as much.
"Aye, here comes the stallion."
No wait. No foreplay. Just insane passion. He loomed over her and took her, numbing her mind and body alike under his savage weight.
That was Lyanna Stark to him… Kaiser, actually.
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