Lyanna couldn't hold on any longer; pregnancy made her cunt too sensitive. Her entire body helplessly seized up as pure bliss washed over her. Her cunt clamped around his thick shaft, fluttering wildly while a powerful gush of clear squirt sprayed around his pumping cock.
Her eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open in a silent scream of ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her small frame, leaving her bosom trembling and her pussy gushing like a broken fountain. It dripped down her smooth thigh and seeped into the sheets.
Wylis smiled wickedly at the feeling of her cunt squeezing and milking him so greedily, her inner walls rippling along every inch of his cock. His hips moved faster, the heavy wooden bed creaking loudly in protest under their weight.
Still pumping steadily, he released her raised leg and allowed Lyanna to fold both her knees to one side, curling her body slightly. He started thrusting harder against her pale, doughy asscheeks, pumping more than half his flesh rod into her scorching core with wet, filthy sounds that grew louder by the second.
Slck! Plap! Slck!
"Ngh! Ngh! I'll…" Lyanna whined with every thrust. "Sleep… well… tonight!"
Wylis smirked and leaned forward, one hand kneading her thigh. His back arched as his height allowed him to keep drilling into her with rough strokes. His other hand slid up her smooth back, grabbed a thick handful of her dark hair, and turned her face toward him.
"Sleep? My poor wife… There will be no sleep."
Plap! Plap!
Wylis gritted his teeth, his body moving faster, chasing that bliss. He could already taste it at the tip, his cock throbbing nonstop.
Then, he buried his flesh sword as deep as her body would allow. His cock flexed, and ropes of cum erupted inside. Endless jets of his batter flooded her womb, filling her so much that it leaked out around his churning cock with every thrust. White froth coated her swollen pussy lips, running messily down her curving, smooth skin.
He felt her second orgasm crash over her at the same moment, her cunt convulsing and massaging wildly around his pulsing shaft as if trying to suck out every drop of his butter. Every squeeze and suckle made his knees go weaker and weaker, as if it drained seeds right out of his bones.
Lyanna felt it; the sheer loving volume of his release made her belly feel even fuller, the warm, sticky excess sputtering out with every deep plunge. She couldn't help climaxing for a second time.
Finally, as the last spurts dribbled from his cock, Wylis pulled out and collapsed onto his back behind her.
He rolled Lyanna's lithe and weak body to rest on top of his massive frame, pulling her flush against his sweat-slicked chest so her head rested perfectly under his chin. He felt her pant heavily against his skin while his thick, semi-hard cock twitched and throbbed in the cool night air.
"How was… Winterfell?" she asked as she lay her ear on his chest.
"Much as I remember, though colder now. Your brother seems to despise me. Or fear me, if Catelyn spoke true."
"She said that?" Lyanna looked up at his face.
"Aye, she did. Came to me hoping the misunderstandings could be settled. Said I'd risen too high too quick, gathered too many Starks to my side, took my family back, filled my coffers with gold, and now command a growing fleet. Lyanna, if I marched on the Boltons this very hour, I'd wager Eddard would sooner stand with them," Wylis replied, his hands roaming slowly across her bare back.
There was silence for some time.
"I can't make sense of him, Wylis. The fear in him feels unnatural. You've done nothing against any great house save the Targaryens, and only the Boltons have your open hatred. I… I'm confused."
"So am I, Lyanna. Now then, what trouble found us while I was away?"
Lyanna snuggled close beneath his chin again. "Nothing worth my attention in the city. Brandon handled everything. But I had two ravens of interest. One came from Genna. She says Tywin's openly seeking a Valyrian steel sword, and any soul willing to part with one will be rewarded with gold, lands, and ships."
"Hah!" Wylis chortled. "An indirect declaration in my favor? Accepting my earlier offer without coming to me plainly. Wise, but useless now. Ramsgate has changed since last year."
"Aye, but perhaps you ought to stop at Casterly Rock on your way to Stannis' wedding. Who can say, maybe the old lion would part with more yet." She shrugged. "The second raven came from Robert. Just him carrying on about how weak his newborn son is, and how unlike him the babe seems."
"Bah! Of course, he's unlike him." Wylis laughed, but with a hint of mockery. "The fool had but one duty. Get the damn woman with child, and he failed even that."
"What do you mean?" Lyanna asked.
"The realm's new prince is a secret bastard, Lyanna."
Woosh!
"What?!" Lyanna exclaimed and sat up on him, her hands flat on his chest. "With whom?"
"Jaime Lannister, who else?"
Lyanna dumbly stared at his face like he was the biggest fool in the realm.
"No... What? H-How... I... How could anyone bed their own brother? I could never even think of such a thing... Gods, I feel sick." Lyanna groaned.
Wylis patted her ass to calm her. "Aye, most wouldn't. But Cersei took much from the Targaryens. If they kept such customs, why should she be denied? Jaime is her twin, after all, and she's never loved anyone half so much as herself. Thus, Jaime. Blond hair, green eyes, thin as a reed. The prince fits the tale well enough."
"How can you be so sure?" Lyanna asked.
"Because I have met both Cersei and Jaime, and spoken with them long enough. I would wager my lordship, Ramsgate, and my knighthood itself that the prince is an incest-born bastard," Wylis declared and pulled her back against his chest. "And I've more than twenty children, they all take after my size, some have my eyes, some have my hair. But they all take after my size."
Wylis didn't have anything concrete. But the basic understanding of genetics was enough to convince Lyanna.
Woosh!
Lyanna again sat up, staring at his face. The grin on her lips reminded him of something. Something was cooking inside her head. Wylis knew it.
"If that's the case, Wylis. You should… You should breed her. Put a dark-haired, giant babe in her womb—"
"Shh." Wylis pressed a finger to her lips. "Come now, don't bear Robert such hatred. He's my friend. I would not cuck the man. Once was folly enough."
"But he's already cuckolded!" Lyanna slapped his hand away. "Wylis, Robert will never know, and the Crown'll pass to some Lannister shitling! But if the babe's yours, he'll be tall, strong, clever, and look every bit the stag king. Then… one day, we kill the first prince. Your magic can see him tumble down the steps, or maybe a horse comes crashing down on him."
"..."
Wylis silently blinked, watching his wife's mouth move nonstop. The woman was… the absolute greatest thing to have ever happened to him. Her idea, it wasn't new. He'd already thought of it before. But he didn't like it because it involved cucking Robert again. But indeed, if the crown was going to fall on a bastard's head, then why not his bastard? Of course, Cersei wouldn't agree, but she would live believing Joffrey would take the Crown.
"Cersei does owe me gold and two favors."
"Oh? When did that happen?"
"Back at the tourney," he explained. "I had predicted back then that she would one day become the queen. She laughed at it then. Rhaegar had a wife, and no man yet smelled the rebellion on the wind. She lost the wager and owed me gold and two promises. I think she's long desired me besides, so getting her into bed is no hard feat. The trouble lies in persuading her to keep my seed."
"Spill it!" Lyanna excitedly blurted. "Force the truth on her. That Joffrey is a bastard, and you know it. Then offer her a bargain. Give her a child she can pass off as Robert's own. Once that is done, she may bed half the realm and birth all the golden-haired bastards she pleases, and no soul will question them."
Jesus Christ! This woman's mind. Why didn't I think of that?
Wylis ran that scenario in his head, and it made sense. Heck, he looked at Cersei's Lust meter in the Tyrant's Squire, and it sat at 85%. He was confident he could rise to above ninety in time. Moreover, Cersei wasn't big enough to threaten him, nor did he fear the Lannisters much. If they dared to move their army, he'd have the Vale, the North, and the Riverlands at his side.
And while he didn't know if the War of the Five Kings would happen or not, it was more than a decade ahead. By then, Wylis was certain he'd be far stronger than any Great House in Westeros.
"Lyanna, are you certain you're a wolf and not a sly little fox?"
"Heh." Lyanna gave a soft laugh and kissed his lips. "I'm the wicked witch wife to the tyrannical sorcerer who makes the very earth tremble."
Tyrannical, already? Oh, Lyanna, you've no idea of the future.
He wrapped his mighty arms around Lyanna's frame and pulled her squish against his chest, embracing the breath out of her. He was no longer in the mood for rutting; he just felt like holding her, falling asleep.
"I shall think about it."
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Thirteen-year-old Bolga stared at the large tray of food before him as he sat at the table. He was in the garrison quarters, sharing the large dining hall with more than two dozen men who ate and talked in the vilest tongue imaginable.
It was yesterday, he had met Lord Kaiser, and asked him that question on the street. Now it was the new morning, and he was about to break his fast. But the tray of food left him speechless. He looked at his side, and the massive, simple man called Small Paul was wolfing down a whole roasted chicken the size of a… he didn't know what to compare it with.
Bolga looked at his own tray. The morning meal was so lavish, and he was not special. Everyone in the hall was eating the same, and how they ate slowly meant they ate it every day.
"H-How?"
Bolga had always heard that the North was poor and desolate. This was the opposite. The bread was so soft, the boiled eggs were the size of his fist, the thick chicken stew had real vegetables, shredded pieces of chicken, and one chicken leg. The thing was that the damn chicken leg was the size of his arm from elbow to fingertip. The meat on it seemed endless.
He gulped and looked to the side. The size of the whole chicken Small Paul was eating was many times larger than the normal chickens he knew.
"Seven… Am I dreaming still?"
But it wasn't just eggs, bread, and stew. There was also a palm-sized apple pie and a large glass of milk. The milk came in two choices: piping hot or ice-cold. He loved the cold one, the same one he had drunk the previous night. There was also a small scoop of ice cream, but it was only for an afternoon snack.
He couldn't wait any longer. The drool almost fell from his mouth. He grabbed the bread, dipped it into the stew, and ate. He almost moaned; it was delicious. Salt, and there was also some sort of spice. Before long, he had a boiled egg in one hand and the chicken leg in the other.
Never in his life had he eaten food this tasty and this much. His eyes became watery, but he kept shoving food in his mouth just like Small Paul beside him.
"I… I should become a soldier here."
"No good. Paul tired always. Soldier life hard."
Bolga stared at the giant beside him. He didn't know the thing could speak. "R-Really? What do you do as a soldier?"
"Wake up, run, fight, walk, eat, run, fight, walk, gym, eat, sleep."
"..."
Bolga frowned. He hoped 'fight' meant sparring, and not actual fighting.
"What is this gym?" he asked.
"Gym is gym."
"..."
Scratching his head, Bolga focused back on the meal.
"Ehm! Why are you eating soldiers' food, boy?"
Bolga stiffened and jumped to his feet, turning around. "M-Maester… Forgive me."
"The school offers more varieties of food than many noble keeps. Maester Qyburn has granted your admission to Ramsgate Hall of Higher Education, Bolga. You are to dwell henceforth in the new building by the administrative district. Finish your meal and make your way there with your belongings."
Bolga nodded without stopping until the Maester had vanished from his view.
"Lucky. Paul only like blade."
Bolga looked back at the tray of food.
M-More varieties? What can be better than this?
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