Ting!
[Tyrant's Title Updated!]
[Tyrant's Title - Secret Friend of House StarkDescription - You have bred her, loved her, cared for her, and now she has given you her life and soul in return. Rejoice, Tyrant, the North is now your playfield.
Effect - Making love to Lyanna Stark will make you stronger by 0.08% each time.
Effect - All Starks are now genetically fearful and fond of Tyrant's blood.Current Loyalty - 100%]
What?! A hundred percent? No longer the enemy?
There were a lot of changes to that title. Secret friend, the strength percentage doubled, and the second effect. He gulped and feared that he'd lose it all when he would tell her the truth about his bastards.
Wait, the loyalty and rewards didn't change after Rhaella aborted the babe. Is the loyalty permanent?
"Wylis?"
"Hm… Yes…" Wylis woke up from the daze and looked at Lyanna's lovely face. With a big inhale, he spread his wide hands on her soft bottom and lifted her off the table again. He took her to the bed while kneading her rear, feeling that supple flesh had grown softer, her hips now wider. Then, he laid her down on the bed.
"We'll camp here tonight. At first light, we ride for Vulture's Roost," he explained the plan. "That's where we take our vows—and wait for the babe to be born."
He chose not to tell her about Rickard and Brandon. Not until the baby was born, at least. He wanted her to be in the best physical and mental state. He wanted her to live this time.
"But father will never acce—"
"Shhh… We'll deal with that after we get past this hill. Right now, Aerys has branded me a traitor and put a price on my head—one million dragons. He wanted to sacrifice me for some sick blood ritual. I barely got out of the Red Keep alive."
"What?!" Lyanna sat up in panic.
Wylis gently pushed her back to rest. "Don't worry about me—I've got what I need to survive. You should focus on resting now. I don't want you wearing yourself down. Qyburn must be on the way here with all the game I hunted."
"Who's Qyburn?"
As he put the quilt on her body, her peeking upper half of her face looked cute while she asked questions like a curious cat. Her big, happy eyes moved, following wherever Wylis' head moved.
"He's my student now. An ex-Maester. I've been teaching him the healing arts. I know, don't give me that look—I'll explain when we get to Vulture's Roost." He assured her and got off the bed's edge. "I'll deal with these bodies."
Still, Lyanna didn't sleep. Like a puppy scared of losing her favorite person, she kept watching him with only her eyes above the thin quilt. She watched him put the clothes back on the naked Septa. She watched him drag the bodies downstairs and then return upstairs.
She was really tired, and her eyes started to get heavy eventually. But unlike other nights, she felt completely safe and comfortable now. With Wylis around, she felt untouchable.
"Wyli-sh…" She sleepily murmured, wanting to mutter it out before her eyes went shut.
When she felt him stand at her bedside, she smiled under the quilt and spoke.
"I… lu-wuv… yo-uh…"
That was it. She fell into a deep sleep.
Unbeknownst to her, Wylis stood there, arms crossed, finding it harder and harder to tell her. He needed a strategy, but knowing that each strategy would lead to one end revelation scared him. He really didn't want to lose Lyanna.
Fuck! This is bad for my big heart.
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"Ummmh… Mmmmm… Nnnnnmmm…"
Wylis' eyes opened to that humming noise. Resting flat on his back, the ceiling of the round tower came into his view. Then the faint morning light shimmered through the window. It was so faint that the nearby candle helped him.
Candle?
His head turned to the side, and Lyanna wasn't there.
"Mmmh… Morning… Mm…"
Finally he felt it, that wet, slimy slick heat on his throbbing, hard cock. He lifted his head and looked down, and there she was, the she-wolf, naked on her knees between his massive legs, crouched down on her elbows, worshiping his thick shaft like a warrior's prized sword.
God, I missed her.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Lyanna's mouth made wet, messy music as she suckled on him like he was her survival. Her tits, a bit rounder, a bit heavier than he remembered, hung down and brushed against his thick thighs. Each swing of her body dragged warm wet skin over his muscles, and the trickle of her drool ran down the length of his cock, pooling in the trimmed, sparse curls of his dark hair.
He couldn't help but groan. "Fuc…"
Lyanna's lips popped off his flushed tip with a gasp and a grin. Her breath was ragged, and her eyes, wild with hunger.
"Mmmm… Call me silly… mh…" Lyanna looked up with a gleeful smirk. "I missed this fat… thing… Gods, you're a beast… my beast."
Her voice was haughty, like she was still some lady and not the woman on her knees gorging herself on the cock that had knocked her up. But her hands, those dainty, pale fingers, told the truth. They pumped his shaft with the skill of a seasoned milkmaid churning butter, twisting at the tip, pressing into the ridges of his veins. Her thumb smeared his pre-spill across the crown before her mouth sealed over it again, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to suck him deeper.
"Ugh…" Wylis bit down on a groan, jaw clenched. It had been too long. His body remembered her better than his mind did. Every lick, every slurp, every breath from her nostrils against the base of his cock. He missed it all, with every fiber of his being.
Her lips could barely stretch wide enough to cover a quarter of his length. Her throat tried to take more but failed, and he could feel her whimper around it when she gagged.
She looked up at him with storm-grey eyes, shining with mischief and need, locking eyes with his as her lips popped free again with another lewd slurp before plunging back down.
Honestly, she wanted more. She wanted to feel that monster stretching her again, split open, filled until she burst. But fear held her back. Her belly had grown with his child, and she didn't dare risk it, not after being stolen and nearly lost. So she did the next best thing.
Wylis' toes curled at the sight.
"Turn around… On me… Lyanna," he told her.
Her brows arched in surprise. Then she smiled, gleaming and wet.
Lyanna crawled up with feline grace on his massive frame, turning around and straddling his face until her glistening rosy pussy hovered above his mouth, inches from his tongue. Her ass faced the candlelight, pale, perfect, and just slightly fuller than before. She was still light on her feet, but maternity had kissed her with a softness that made him growl.
He grabbed her by the hips and yanked her down.
"Umph.." Her gasp was muffled by his cock, feeling her cunt smashed down on his face.
Lyanna's mouth sank even lower, smothering his shaft in a wet heat, like a challenge on who could use their mouth better. Her soft thighs hugged his head as she lowered herself completely into position, belly lightly pressing on his chest, swells dangling and brushing his skin with each eager suck. She took him in with a sigh like a long-lost comfort, tongue swirling over his cockhead as her lips slurped down to the ridge.
Wylis didn't wait; he devoured. His tongue spread her open, licking her puffy, glistening lower lips with the broad flat of his tongue. Every flick made her hips jolt. Every circle around her throbbing clit made her thighs twitch against his skull.
"Oooooh! Fuck…" Lyanna whimpered, lips pulling off his cock with a sharp breath. "Not just your cock that's… big—mmmfuck!"
Wylis being the one to touch her like that made it all the more thrilling for her. Just a single lick of his warm tongue had her on the edge. It dove into her, slathering her slit like he was starving, like her cunt held the cure to death itself.
She bent low, wrapping her lips around his crown again, moaning into his cock. Her voice vibrated through his shaft as she stroked and licked him like he was her favorite treat. She smeared his precum across her cheek like war paint, then rubbed his cock along her flushed face, coating herself with it. Filthy. Shameless. And impossibly aroused.
"Missed this fucking beast," she panted, kissing the length of his cock before licking it again like a slow-melting ice cream. "Missed your cock in my mouth… my cunt… fuck, it's too big, it's so big…"
Her mouth had him right there. Tittering on the edge, throbbing inside her throat, held back only by the tightening knot in his belly. He could feel her breath on his cock. Her lips kissed his tiny slit like a priestess sealing a sacred vow.
Wylis groaned under her shivering body, his mouth full of her taste. Her pussy was soaked already, but he wanted more. He licked her like a man missing a spoon for soup, his tongue swirling, stabbing, scooping. He circled her clit slowly, then flicked it faster and faster until her thighs started to tremble. When her body trembled, he clamped his lips around her small swollen bud and sucked.
"Aah—aaAAAAH! FUCK!" she screamed into his cock. Her voice cracked, loud, lewd, and helpless. Her body jolted as if struck by lightning, pussy gushing on mouth, slick flooding him.
She came hard, whole body shuddering uncontrollably, clit twitching between his lips, fingers slipping from his shaft as she collapsed half-limp across his belly. Her thighs clamped around his head.
But Wylis didn't stop. He didn't drink her in, he lathered her own nectar around her pussy with his soaked tongue, painting her folds with her release, teasing her overstimulated nerves with silky featherlight strokes that made her legs shake like leaves in a storm.
His stubble glistened. His chin, utterly wet.
"Aaaaah… I… so… needed that… Wylis…"
"Close, Lyanna… fuck!" Wylis groaned, his teeth clenched, jaw locked like a man about to explode.
Lyanna heard it and responded with desperate fervor. Her hands cupped his balls, rolling them with care while her mouth bobbed down his shaft, fast and sloppy. Her cheeks hollowed around him, her tongue lapping like she meant to drown in him. Her hair whipped into a wild mess, dark strands sticking to her face and sweat-damp skin as she moaned, gurgled, choked.
Wylis wanted to cum. Gods, he needed to.
"MMmmmmmmmmmm~" Her throat clenched as his cock pushed too deep, his hot flesh bouncing on her tonsils. She sputtered, tears stinging her eyes, but she didn't stop. She loved this. She loved doing this to him, making him struggle on the cliff before plunging into utter pleasure.
His balls tightened in her palms.
A twitch. A sharp pull of muscle.
Then, a thick, scalding rope of cum shot into her throat. The very same taste that had made her heavy with his child.
"Uunnghh!" Lyanna whimpered around him as her lips sealed tight over the swollen cockhead, sucking with obscene determination. He kept pulsing, kept pouring into her. Her cheeks puffed as she gulped down every white-hot spurt, swallowing fast, swallowing hard like it were god's nectar.
He filled her small mouth like a man who hadn't spilled in weeks. Burst after burst.
She moaned as she drank, fingers curling around the base of his cock like she could squeeze out every drop. Her mind raced, she wanted him in her, wanted to feel that thick cock stretch her open again, stuff her full. The heat, the scent of his seed, the sticky feeling in her throat, all of it brought back memories of times he fucked her to delirium. She couldn't wait to do it all over again.
But for now, this was enough.
Spent and dripping, Lyanna finally let his cock slip from her mouth with a messy pop. Her lips were wet, her jaw aching, but she wore a soft, dreamy smile. With slow grace, she pivoted and laid flat on his chest, just like always. Her head rested over his heart, her bare breasts flattened softly over his ribs as she exhaled and melted into him.
His arms wrapped around her on instinct.
"We should start moving, fast." He muttered.
"Without morning supper?" Lyanna looked at his face, grinning.
He looked confused. "What do yo—Oh!"
Lyanna shifted up and straddled his lower chest, easing herself up with that soft, feminine confidence, and leaned forward, letting her newly swollen breasts brush against his face. They were rounder now, fuller, tinted with maternal ripeness. The tips, tight pink buds, looked like overripe berries begging to be tasted.
She dangled one down to his lips, teasing him.
Without a word, he opened his mouth and latched on.
"Mmm… Heh—So… dirty but… God, I wanted to do this once… Oh! Fuck!" She wasn't prepared for how sensitive she'd become. The perks of motherhood, she figured.
Wylis's eyes widened as his lips pulled gently at her nipple, tongue flicking and swirling, and the warm gush of milk filled his mouth. He froze for a moment, surprised. He'd never liked the taste before. Not from the other women. That strange mix of sweetness and salt, rich but faintly sour, had always made him grimace.
But this?
This was Lyanna. And it tasted like hers. Warm. Raw. Real. Like he was drinking from her soul. And fuck, he loved it, the taste, not just the action.
He sucked harder, one hand pressed to the small of her back while the other slid down over the ripe curve of her ass. Her pussy hovered too high for him to reach with his cock, she was too short, but that didn't stop him. His fingers found her soaked slit, and he teased it gently. Two fingers slid between her lips, rubbing slow circles as he suckled like never before.
She melted into him, her body writhing with every breath.
"Aahh… aahhh… Wylis…" she gasped, running her fingers through his thick curls, urging him to savor more, both of them. "Don't stop… more… you're… taking all of me…"
Her thighs trembled as his fingers worked her pussy, teasing her clit in tandem with his lips on her breast. Her nipple throbbed. Her pussy leaked. Her whole body buzzed with heat as pleasure built and built until…
"OHHHHHH--!"
She spilled again, flooding weakly across his stomach, her juices slicking his abs, her hips jerking forward as her body convulsed. The orgasm wasn't loud this time; it was deep. A wet surrender against his chest.
Then she collapsed on him, breath heaving. "You… Wylis… make me… lose it so… easily."
He chuckled and held her there, no longer taking it any further. He waited and let her catch her breath while he also came down from that high.
Knock! Knock!
A knock came from the door. A makeshift one, as Wylis had broken it yesterday.
"Ser Wylis, if your morning ritual is done, shall we prepare to leave?"
"You were too loud." Wylis scolded Lyanna on top of him.
"Hmph." Lyanna scoffed and softly smacked her finger on his forehead. "And who made me scream?"
"Fair," Wylis said and sat up along with her, keeping her on his lap. God, he loved to hold her in his arms. He wanted to slide into her warm cunt and throw her on his lap, but too bad, he couldn't.
As she got off, he did too.
"Let's do that, Qyburn." He yelled at the door.
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