Lyanna scratched her head. She knew why, but that was something only she knew. It was impossible to explain to others that Wylis needed to keep breeding to live and grow stronger. She personally wasn't comfortable that he only had fifty-something years left to live. She wanted that to be at least a hundred.
"Why take such a risk? You, Lady… Rhaella and Elia. The Targaryen children," Lyarra inquired further.
"It was this, or leave them for dead. I couldn't do it," Wylis said firmly. "I slew the Mad King and Prince Rhaegar. My vengeance was done. I had no cause to hate their children. But Robert is not made as I am, and he would see them all slain. This is the safest place for them."
"Can you protect them?" Lyarra asked. "What if King Robert learns of it?"
"I'll give him a chance to accept it. If he refuses, then between choosing those I love and my friendship with Robert, I would choose love. Always. Killing a King is not a hard thing to do, my lady."
"Aye, for you. I was rotting in the damned Black Cells," Brandon barked. "Mother, Lyanna's safer right here than anywhere else, same for the others. I don't know how this giant will hold Robert back if that day comes, but I do know that he's never failed to keep his word once spoken."
Lyarra seemed shaken. "But… the Targaryen… heir is right here."
"We mean no such thing," Rhaella said softly. "To be a Targaryen has brought me little but sorrow. I hold no dreams of a throne now, nor do my children. And Lord Wylis made his meaning plain when he saved us. Should any seek to threaten King Robert's crown, he would stand for the King."
"I have… this many grandchildren?" Old Nan exclaimed suddenly.
Lyanna silently let the moment go on. She didn't want to give any further explanations because, to foreign eyes, their house's situation was indeed unexplainable. She was perhaps the first noble wife who hoped for her husband to sire more bastards.
"Mother, let me show you to your bedchamber." Lyanna stepped forward. "Ask what you will. I'll answer it true."
She gave Wylis a nod and left. Behind, Brandon also followed since he had a revelation of his own. That he had married Barbrey Dustin, and she was pregnant.
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Wylis did the same and showed Old Nan her bedchamber. Her mood was different from Lyarra's, and she met each of his children like a doting grandmother. They were all his seed, after all. Old Nan even gave her blessings to Rhaella to give birth to a healthy child.
But when they were alone, she told him about her worries. That he was chewing more than he could swallow, and that Lyarra Stark may not approve of this. It surprised Wylis how accepting Old Nan was.
But then he remembered.
Old Nan herself was somewhat of a wild woman in her own glory days. Each of her children had different fathers, meaning his grandfather, granduncles, and grandaunts weren't directly related.
I guess being a manwhore is in my blood.
Laughing to himself, he walked back to his bedchamber after tucking Old Nan into bed. Finally, inside his comfortable bedchamber, he removed all his clothes and climbed into his bed. Lyanna wasn't there, so he decided to take a little nap.
He didn't know how late into the night it was when he felt movement close to him and opened his eyes. Like a naked angel from the sky, he eyed his wife slide onto the bed, as bare as him. He waited at first, letting her raise the quilt over herself.
But before she could lie flat, he moved, lying on his chest. He got between Lyanna's legs and nestled his face above her right thigh, against her belly. He snaked both his big arms around her waist and just hummed.
"Now this feels like home."
He mumbled, feeling her slender fingers comb through his hair, massaging his scalp. With her legs naked too, it was so warm to have his face on her.
"Look at you. My giant baby."
"I missed you, Lyanna. Winterfell was wearisome," Wylis muttered, eyes closed. But then he felt a sudden, rough tug on his hair. Lyanna's fingers clenched into a fist around his hair.
"Why? She-wolf wasn't warm enough for you?"
"..."
He frowned, but then quickly hid it. Quickly, he sat back up on his knees, threw the quilt away. Then, with a smug grin, he grabbed Lyanna's ankles and pulled, splaying her flat on the bed.
"I was tempted. Caught a wild bear out of nowhere." He said and leaned down over her, his knees spreading her legs apart, his thick erection rubbing on her slit. His elbows dug into the pillow beside her head while his face hovered an inch from hers. "But I prefer my wolf."
"Hah!" Lyanna giggled, her hands softly caressing his stubbled beard. "But she's taller than me. Stronger than me. She wields a sword."
"Just like me, isn't she?" Wylis replied and gently pecked her forehead. "But my love, I don't dream of fucking myself. What I do dream of is…"
Wylis leaned down fully over his wife and started sprinkling slow kisses across her face. He pressed his lips to her forehead, then her closed eyelids, her flushed cheeks, the tip of her nose, and finally captured her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss that made her melt under him.
He caught both of her hands in his, intertwining his calloused fingers with hers, and pinned them wide apart on the bed. With her completely at his mercy, he plundered her mouth with hunger, his tongue demanding entrance.
The kiss was sloppy and deliciously slow. He tasted her thoroughly, savoring the sweet warmth he had craved for weeks, the familiar flavor that grounded him. Lyanna was his comfort, his safe haven, the only woman who kept all his secrets.
Their tongues coiled together, each trying to dominate the other in a teasing struggle.
At the same time, Wylis started slowly humping against her, dragging the thick, heavy length of his cock up and down her drenched pussy lips without entering, coating his shaft in her wet arousal.
"Mmmmmh!" Lyanna moaned desperately into his mouth.
"I dream of hearing those sounds," Wylis muttered against her lips before breaking the kiss.
He trailed his mouth lower, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin of her neck, leaving marks that would bloom by morning. He continued downward, kissing along her collarbone, leaving glistening trails of spit across her fair skin until he latched onto one of her breasts, sucking hard on the soft mound that barely filled half his palm even as it swelled with motherhood.
Wylis flicked his tongue over her stiff pink nipple, teasing and tormenting it until the sensitive bud flushed a deeper shade of red.
"Mmmmmh!" Lyanna squirmed under him, but her arms were still caught. "As… do… I! Nights are… unbearable… without you—oh!"
Wylis shifted lower down her body without releasing her hands, his mouth worshiping every inch of her. He kissed the swell of her belly where their second babe grew, then moved even lower to press heated kisses against the freshly cleaned skin above her moist pussy, teasing her with his hot breath.
But instead of going lower as she wanted, he sat up straight between her spread thighs, finally releasing her hands. With a firm grip, he turned her body onto its side, pushed her top leg forward and raised it high, then straddled the other leg between his knees, positioning himself perfectly.
Closer and closer he moved, aiming the swollen cockhead at her drooling entrance and rubbing it slowly on her rose petals, coating himself in her juices.
"Aaaaaaaaah! Gods!" Lyanna cried out as Wylis's crown pushed inside.
The pressure of his massive girth stretching her open sent her teetering dangerously on the edge already. Weeks without him had left her feeling empty, and his impossible size always filled her with a lewd thrill.
"Ooooooh! You… better not… go anywhere soon," she moaned breathlessly.
Wylis chuckled and started thrusting into her with careful, controlled strokes using only half his length, mindful not to hurt her even as his hungry cock urged him to go deeper, faster. Still, he couldn't resist playing with her, savoring every tight clench of her soaked cunt around him.
He grabbed the ankle of her raised leg, bringing her small foot closer to his face, and bit gently on her toe. The gods had blessed him with such massive hands and body that even her foot looked tiny compared to his palm.
He dug his teeth into the soft flesh of her toe with just enough pressure to make her jolt.
"Aaaaaah! Fuck! What—That bear teach you that? Huh?"
"..." Wylis paused, staring down at his wife's smirking, scrunched-up, sweat-flushed face, knowing full well he would never hear the end of her teases. "More like I had to teach her, Lyanna. The woman's got the rage but is green in bed. And she wants no babes, not now."
"Ah! A… plaything then? So the Lord Kaiser finally… becomes… a debauc—Ah!"
Wylis responded by pounding another heavy inch of his girthy cock into her, shutting her up. "Did you say something?"
"Gods! You fucking… man! I can feel it in my… belly!" she cried out, her voice cracking as the blunt head of his cock pressed deep.
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