Ding!... Ding!...
The bells of the Sept kept ringing.
The battle had come to its end. Wylis had killed the two core commanders, and the rest were being hunted down across the town.
"What a pretty, muscular princess, a little on the heavier side."
"Shut it!" Robert groaned in pain.
Wylis chuckled, carrying Robert Baratheon in his arms, like a princess, as he walked into the Sept where the bells were ringing.
"Healer!" Wylis shouted as soon as he entered.
He placed Robert on a bedding on the floor with many more men around in a similar situation. The healers were working overtime, but once Robert arrived, they all focused on him. He was one of the anchors of the rebellion, after all.
Wylis let them work on Robert. Sure, he could have done a much better job than those healers, but since Robert wasn't going to die, he didn't bother. The goal was to ensure Robert wouldn't get in his way in the battle against Rhaegar.
Only a few more skirmishes before Trident.
"Robert!"
Right then, Eddard also arrived with some Northern men. The battle was truly over, and even the bells stopped ringing.
"What happened to him?" Eddard questioned.
Wylis shrugged, using a nearby bucket and a cloth to wipe the blood off himself. "I was just about to take down Jon Connington and Myles when Robert barged in and told me to back off. Said he'd take care of it himself. He didn't. Got his ass handed to him."
"I slipped!" Robert roared from a distance while getting his wounds cleaned.
"As he said," Wylis nodded. "I ended Jon and Myles's after Robert fell. Lord Hoster was there as well. I arrived just in time to rescue him. He should be bringing the corpses over now."
Eddard frowned at Wylis' nonchalance. "You should have stopped him."
"Refuse Lord Baratheon's orders?" Wylis stared back at Eddard.
"Easy, Ned. Don't pin this on him. The man fought like a damn storm. By the time I got there, he'd already dropped four men. You should've seen him when he nailed Jon onto the wall—madness." Robert boastfully praised. "Ugh… What do you say, Wylis? Still time to claim a title. You've got the fury. Stormlands could use you."
And then what? Live with Lyanna there? Fuck no.
"You honor me, Robert. But I prefer the cold more than summer. Only the North feels like home." Wylis declined politely, eyeing Eddard's reaction to it. Sadly, there was none.
"Seven hells, you Northern bastards! Makes me wonder if your girls' cunts are colder than your damn winters. Must be somethin' in that frozen muck." Robert quipped, even in pain. His one leg was brutally slashed, and one shoulder was nearly stabbed whole. "Enough talk—You two, take charge. I'm done for a few days."
Eddard glanced at Wylis as he did the same.
"We'll take care of it, Robert. Get yourself healed first," said Eddard, "It'll be some time before the Mad King moves again."
"Wylis." Robert looked at him. "Ned's handling most, but Stormlands men? They're different. Harder to bend, wilder still. I'm handing you their reins. Hold 'em tight, and don't let them falter."
"Don't worry about it, Robert." Wylis readily accepted. He did need to earn Robert's favor, after all. But he noticed some hesitation and unease in Eddard right beside him. The way the Northern lord gave him the side eye.
So the wolf's instincts sniffed something out?
Wylis reckoned that Eddard must be feeling threatened by his presence. They weren't friends. They weren't that close of an acquaintance either. Now, Eddard was Lord Stark, and Wylis was supposed to be under his command. Yet, Wylis never acknowledged that and acted independently. He had the right to since the King had knighted him.
"At most, I expect a few minor skirmishes. Best we send scouts around to keep an eye on any movement," Wylis advised, basing it on what he already knew. "The Mad King's taken this rebellion far too lightly so far. That changes now. He'll likely call on Dorne and the Lannisters for reinforcements. We'll be facing forty thousand, maybe more."
"Seven Hells!" Robert cursed. "Ned, gather Hoster and Jon, and discuss it with them. We need to match their numbers, or come damn close."
"I'll do that." Ned nodded.
After that, Robert was left to rest and heal his wounds. Ned didn't invite Wylis to join him, nor did Wylis follow the man. Instead, Wylis went to the nearby tavern to get himself some food.
"Oh, Ser Wylis."
The wife of the tavern owner greeted him with almost a moan. While that wasn't rare, her eyes did appear slightly different. They were… lustful.
Hundred percent loyalty. Is the entire town loyal to me?
Confused about the recent quest reward, he took a seat at a table and ordered himself a hearty meal. A whole roasted chicken, eggs, milk, a cup of wine, some bread, and thick bean soup.
"Here's your food."
Soon enough, Wylis started to eat. But the whole time, he felt the woman's eyes focused on him. And it wasn't even subtle. Soon enough, another woman walked into the tavern to buy something, and she also stayed behind, staring at him.
Nonetheless, he ate like a noble beast. No chewing loudly. Not making a mess. He didn't leave a single grain of leftover food. The bones were chewed clean.
"This be on us, Ser Wylis." The tavern owner's wife gave him another cup of wine. "You saved us from them brutes in the King's colors. You're so… magnificent… I mean, magnanimous, Ser."
"..."
"Thank you." He took the cup and drank it in one breath.
Quickly, he tossed the coin to her and walked out of the inn. Since the battle was over, the people had come out of hiding. The streets were now filled with men aiding in dealing with dead bodies. Women aiding the wounded.
And no matter where Wylis went, he felt the eyes on him. Men looked at him with adoration, admiration, and women looked at him with something closer to lust. No matter the age, they all looked.
From some, he heard passing comments. Some liked his face. Some liked his size. A few wondered about his sausage. This was new. Previously, they were only interested in him. Now, they seemed completely captivated by him.
Rubbing his chin, he visited a few more places. An Inn and a smaller tavern. He went to the market where most women used to gather. One by one, he confirmed what the Quest reward had said.
If the ladies are willing, then… will they bear me kids?
With no plans of leaving Stoney Sept anytime soon, he did have plenty of time to try things.
Time to find out.
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Casterly Rock,
"Aaaaargh!"
Genna Lannister roared from the birthing bed. Her grip clenched the sheets. She blurted curses at everyone around her, and even more at her husband. The poor man didn't even have anything to do with it.
"Seven! H-How big is it?!" Genna cried, eyes red, sweat across her face. Although she'd given birth a few times before, and she was somewhat used to it, this felt a lot different. The babe was too chunky.
Thankfully, Lannister Gold ensured that the best midwives were available. That the best medicine and tools were available.
"Oooooooh! Someone… pull it out!"
She was really loud about it. Enough that half the castle listened to her cries.
At the same time, a few floors and corridors away, Lord Tywin sat within his solar with his brothers surrounding the table. A map of Westeros was spread open, with many positions marked on it.
"Aerys will call on us when his pride can no longer shield him," Tywin said quietly. "But we must stall him. He's already lost too much, and we cannot yet guess how far these rebels will press."
"Two highborn commanders have already lost their heads."
"It was the giant," Tywin said coolly. "Tarly and Connington fell under Ser Wylis' sword."
"That giant? I always thought he'd make a name for himself. There was something about him, a sort of presence," said Gerion Lannister with a frank tone. "Should've given him something worthwhile, maybe Cersei's hand. He's young enough for it."
Tywin sneered at his younger brother. "If you were any man but my brother, I would have taken your tongue for uttering such nonsense. Marrying Cersei to a stableboy? Do you believe fame alone grants station? If strength were all that mattered, I might as well betroth her to Gregor Clegane."
Gerion frowned smugly. "Come now, he's got no cock left to speak of."
"..."
Kevan quickly coughed and changed the topic. "Should we begin preparing, Tywin? Soon or late, we will be on the Gold Road."
Tywin looked back at his more reasonable brother and nodded. "We'll do that, and more."
Their discussion continued from there, entering battle strategy if they were to fight from each side. But unbeknownst to them, their words were heard by one Cersei Lannister, who stood near the door. Being who she was, no guards had stopped her from listening in.
Once the discussion about war became boring, the golden-haired, renowned beauty returned to her personal chamber and sat down by the window facing the sea. She poured herself a glass of wine and relaxed, her eyes dreamily staring into the distance.
"He's become a Knight." She muttered, thinking about Wylis. She couldn't help but feel how deep of a mark he had left on her mind. From the day she met him in the tourney, he'd marred her thoughts.
Without realising, her fingers touched the gold locket on her neck. As she felt it, she smiled, remembering whose tooth was inside it. Her trophy of sorts. She remembered how thrilling it was to see Wylis break the arrogant prince's jaw. And it happened while Wylis wore her favor. To her, it felt like her own victory.
"Ummh…"
Summer had arrived.
Yet, the heat she felt between her delicate, creamy, long legs was a heat that no wine or bath could quench.
"Mmmmh… Oh, Jaime."
Before long, her one hand pulled her flowing gown high over her smooth legs and the other dug in, sliding under her smallcloth. She took pride in keeping herself proper, so feeling her own smooth cunt made her shudder.
She truly loved herself the most.
So much so that her own finger was enough to give her that high.
"Mmmmmmh…"
But still. No finger could replicate what a cock did and… that day… she thought about it.
"I wonder… how big he is… Gods, this is unbearable."
Soon enough, she chose to discard her entire gown and dragged herself to bed. There, in the nude, her one hand massaged her soft, round breast, fingers pinched the tips, and her other hand furiously squelched over her rosy, needy cunt.
"Ooooooh~ Yes… I… Oh, stretch me… Wylis… Mmmh… Jaime…!"
Her thoughts were a mess.
As much of a mess as it was in the other room where Genna's roars slowly started to quench. The big chunk of a babe had finally come out. And truly, it was one big babe with hair so gold the sun's reflection may turn the onlooker blind. Eyes so blue the seas would be put to shame, and a face that… rivaled the charm of the father.
The moment Genna held her newborn son in her arms, she was smitten with love and adoration. At last, she had a son who looked worthy of her Lannister blood. Not like her inept, bald, thin husband and his Frey blood.
While she loved her other children the same. She felt the newborn was going to reserve a special place.
And so would the father of that babe.
Seeing her son, she started to feel something. Perhaps that hard childbirth was worth it for a babe so beautiful and strong. Perhaps… a few more wouldn't hurt anyone.
Gods, when will this damn war end?
She cursed, eyes closed, her son against her chest, her mind relaxing, and her lips smiling.
I hope he won't deny me more.
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