Wylis rushed quickly, seeing how Jory just tore her gown apart from the neck area, ripping it sideways wide till her waist, leaving her entire bust brazenly exposed to all eyes. And Wylis seriously struggled not to look at her jiggling, honey-soft, pink-tipped, heavy breasts. She was fucking gorgeous.
He could imagine every man there salivating and feeling jealous of Ned. He could because he was one of them. But still, he wasn't insane like them.
"Enough of this." Wylis strode through the crowd of men, easily overpowering them, pushing them aside. He got to the front, shoved Jory aside, and stood right in front of Catelyn Tully—No, Catelyn Stark.
"Let's not keep Lord Stark waiting." Wylis declared and reached for her.
Catelyn shrank her neck, as if scared. He did cast a shadow over her, forcing her to look up just to glance at his face. When his hand reached for her, she fully expected it to tear apart whatever was left of her modesty.
Woosh!
But what happened was entirely unexpected. She found herself scooped off the ground and lifted up like a princess. His warm, muscular arms felt like cushions, one wrapped around her back, the other rounded underneath her knees, his wide palm resting on the outer side, near her hip.
She gulped and looked up at his face. And he looked back at her. But then she saw his eyes look lower.
Fuck! Wylis cursed.
Even while she was horizontal, her breasts hadn't flattened. They were still round, still youthful. So exquisite, creamy, and the button-like pink nipple and small areola were like the most beguiling tease. She was just eighteen, Wylis found it hard to believe. She was built to be bred… as fucked as it was, he felt he could tell that fact the best.
But then Catelyn quickly wrapped her arms around her breasts, hiding them.
He smiled warmly. "I apologize, my Lady. Couldn't help admiring a sculpture so ravishing. Nothing to worry about now. No one will undress you but your fated husband. We're not savages."
"Thank you, Ser Wylis," Catelyn replied, feeling warm all over her body and face. He was so massive that she felt blanketed by his sheer shadow. His chest, wide, was firmly pressed against her side. She could feel the heavy thumps of his heartbeat.
"Oh, you know my name?" He asked playfully, giving her a big smile.
Catelyn blushed. "It would be a crime not to know you, Ser."
"Oh?" he said, brow arched with playful gravity. "Then I'm honored that a fair lady like you hasn't committed such a crime."
At that, he squeezed his arms around her harder, pressing her against his chest.
Catelyn blushed even more, feeling her face burning.
"I imagine it's got to be a bit nerve-wracking." He changed the topic suddenly, showing a hint of maturity. They were around the same age, after all, and he reckoned she'd be impressed by someone who had not just the size and flirt, but also the mind. "To wed in times of war is no small thing. You are brave, my Lady. And it must make you anxious, as Lord Stark must answer the call. But mark my words, victory is ours to claim."
Catelyn Stark sighed, staring at Wylis' face the entire time as he carried her. She hated it, not him, but her own heart and mind. She knew that comparison was the thief of joy, and yet she couldn't stop comparing him.
She gulped, feeling his wide, masculine hands on her hips and face. Her face grew red with heat. It was so wrong. But she couldn't stop comparing him to Ned, and… he was by far the most handsome man she'd seen in her life. Even more so than Brandon, with whom she'd once dreamt of building a life.
But soon enough, she brought herself back to reality. She was a married woman now. Lady Stark of Winterfell. Having thoughts like such was one thing, but to act on them—it was forbidden. She reminded herself of that.
"I hope so, Ser," she replied.
"Hope? My Lady, I do not believe in hope. If I did, I'd still be a nameless boy shoveling muck in stables. I take what I desire with my own hands." His grip tightened on her ass. But it was just an instinct, not an indication. "King Aerys—He's wronged me. The reward he put on my head. I'll have his head—I'll take Rhaegar's head too."
"You're… ambitious." She remarked, not believing him.
Wylis looked down, eyes serious, gleaming with confidence and something more mixed. His firm arms made her feel things. "Men who lack ambition live a life of regrets, my Lady. I desire no such thing. How about this? Let's make a bet."
"A bet?"
"Aye. I'll take Rhaegar and the Mad King's head with my own hands. And…" He pondered for a moment before looking at her stunning face. "A kiss—I'll earn a kiss from the most beautiful maiden in all of the North. Of course, you wouldn't be a maiden then, perhaps even a mother by then."
Catelyn found herself chuckling at his suggestion, and then the awkward reaction that followed. She could imagine getting angry if it were someone else. Yet, in that moment, looking at his face, she found herself nodding.
"Very well. What shall I earn?"
"Hmm. A favor?" he said. "Anything you want, I'll grant it."
Catelyn nodded to that. A favor meant a lot in Westeros. Especially amongst nobles of honorable houses. And having someone owe you a favor without knowing what it would be, it was a great thing to have.
Ting!
[New Side Quest - God of Kiss
Description - Kiss Catelyn Stark for one whole minute.
Reward - Catelyn Stark's loyalty.]
Oh?
Wylis's brows rose. The quest sounded exciting, but the reward didn't make sense. Knowing how dutiful Catelyn was, it made no sense that he'd kiss her and earn her loyalty. It should've been the opposite instead.
Could it be?
He remembered the reward he received for earning Lyanna's hundred percent loyalty. It said that all Starks are now genetically fearful and fond of his blood.
Does that include an outsider like Catelyn?
Nonetheless, he was interested in the Quest now. It was a scummy move for sure, going after Lord Stark's wife, but it wasn't as if he was planning on breeding her. If anything, he was actively not going to do that.
Not unless there was no Lord Stark in the grand scheme of things. Or if Lord Stark did something against him, enough to earn his ire.
"We're here." Wylis finally walked through the doors of the bridal chamber. It was already filled with women, teasing Eddard while the poor man lay naked on the bed.
"Oh my!"
The women then started teasing Wylis.
He, being the guy he was, winked back at them and gently placed Catelyn on the bed. He gave Lord Stark a nod, and received one back. Before he left, though, he gave a glance downward.
Damn! No wonder they made a big brood. But nowhere near my size.
A game as ancient as mankind. And Wylis was only human, after all. He, too, compared dick sizes, and once again, he was victorious by a large margin.
"They're yours, my ladies," Wylis told the women there and walked out of the bridal chamber. Soon, he heard loud giggles from behind, and then the sound of clothes tearing. He'd promised to save Catelyn from the men, but not the women.
Ugh, I'm hard. He pulled his breeches over his groin annoyedly.
Although he didn't get to see her breasts for long, just holding her soft body, and looking at her gorgeous face was enough to leave him harder than his sword. He really missed Lyanna in such moments.
"I need a drink."
Instead of the Great Hall, Wylis walked over to a smaller hall where the wine was supposed to flow the entire night. The hall was only accessible by Lords and named, famous Knights. Basically, men.
And as soon as Wylis walked in, the reason was understandable.
"Ah, ah… oooooh!"
"Mmmmmmh!"
Plap! Plap!
The small hall was nothing but a chamber for lords and knights to spill some of their pent-up need out. There weren't many, however. Most nobles were married and feared destroying their marriages. But there were still many with no wives or already destroyed marriages.
It was like a whorehouse, and there were actual whores working there, brought in from the nearby town.
But other than whores, the female servants of the castle also worked around. Not all of them, of course, but for any woman who wanted to earn some coin, it was the best time. Wealthy nobles were the best customers. And in case they got pregnant, their bastard would receive some sort of aid.
"There he is! The protector of the maiden's honor!" Robert roared from the corner. The man couldn't even walk, and there he was fucking, or rather fucked. Robert was lying flat on top of a table, and a busty, red-headed woman was riding him.
Hmm… Red hair, large tits. At least try to be fucking subtle, Robert.
Wylis chuckled at the choice of whore by Robert. In fact, he realized that a lot of red-headed whores there were occupied, some even handling two men at once. It appeared, Catelyn left a mark in their minds.
Sighing, he walked past a few women getting fucked from behind, some thrown flat on the table on their back, handling one with their cunt and one with their mouth. It was mostly Northern men who were the wildest, however. The Riverlands nobles were mostly getting head or letting the women ride them.
Am I seeing a pattern here? He chuckled and took a seat on the bench near Robert's table. He'd seen the future King fuck whores in Stoney Sept plenty, so nothing surprised him anymore.
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