Winterfell,
Later that night, Dacey nearly dragged him to his bedchamber with no shame at all. Since she had already informed Jorah about her decision and intimacy, she no longer cared if someone saw her with him.
And the thing about being young and particularly strong was how many curious positions they could try. And hence their current situation.
"Ah… Don't drop me!" Dacey yelped.
Wylis chuckled and feigned it, letting her drop a foot. He was naked, as she was, and he was holding her upside down against his chest so her face dangled right at his cock's level and her cunt hovered right in front of his mouth.
"Oh! You… In that case!"
Wylis groaned deep in his chest as Dacey suddenly engulfed the fat head of his cock with her mouth, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh in a wicked tease. The thrilling edge of danger sent a sharp jolt straight to his balls, making them tighten with a mix of fear and lust. She was playing with fire, and the feisty bear clearly loved the taste of it.
"Gods! Easy there! There's only Lady Wylis Kaiser without that."
"Pfft!" Dacey snorted with laughter around his thick shaft, the vibration traveling deliciously down his length.
It was a truly strange pose for them. Blood rushed to Dacey's head, making her face flush hot and her vision blur, yet the dizzy thrill only heightened every sensation. The power required to hold a woman like her completely upside down, naked and spread, made her cunt throb with fresh juices. Only a man of Wylis's size and inhuman strength could manhandle her like this, turning her into his personal upside-down plaything.
"Don't stop… until I… finish," Dacey declared breathlessly, then drove her face forward onto his girth. Her lips stretched harshly around his great girth, forced obscenely wide as she forced more of his thick, veined cock into her mouth.
Meanwhile, Wylis hugged her tighter against his broad chest, her strong legs splayed wide apart. Her pretty, tight cunt glistened right in front of his eyes, blushing and drooling. He buried his face between her thighs and devoured her, dragging his broad tongue through her soaked petals.
The room was dark except for the flickering light of a few scattered candles. Their clothes lay scattered across the stone floor. The air filled with the wet noise of Dacey's sloppy slurps on his massive cock and the loud sloshing of Wylis's tongue as he feasted on her pussy.
"Mmmmmmph!"
Dacey moaned loudly around his shaft as Wylis drove his thick tongue deep inside, fucking her with it in long, hungry strokes. Her plush hands gripped his muscular ass, fingers digging in as she used the leverage to pull herself deeper onto his cock, choking herself on his length with shameless greed.
Wylis bucked his hips, feeding her another thick inch until she had taken him nearly halfway.
Gluk! Gluk!
The filthy sounds echoed in the chamber. Wylis felt hypnotized by the lewd rhythm and the mind-melting heat of her throat. He was dangerously close already, but he wouldn't relent. He rubbed his entire mouth against her soaked pussy, suckling and licking every fold, devouring her completely. His lips, tongue, and even the rough scrape of his stubble worked to drown her feminine nectar with his spit.
Thud! Thud!
Wylis started walking slowly around the room. With every stride, he snapped his hips forward, brutally fucking Dacey's mouth while never removing his tongue from her cunt. It was pure, overwhelming strength.
"Ungh!"
Dacey gurgled around his massive cock, choking hard as spit and precum poured from the corners of her stretched lips. The viscous mess ran down her flushed face and into her hair. Heavy strands of clear froth slid over her forehead and dripped onto the stone floor with lewd little splats.
Wylis growled, getting closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. He squeezed her frame tighter against his chest, crushing her as he devoured her cunt with hunger. His eyes were shut, jaw working furiously while his tongue speared deep inside, licking and sucking every drop of her slick.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
Dacey's muffled scream vibrated through his shaft.
Wylis could feel her strong belly and thighs start to quiver against his face. Then, he felt her climax crashing over her and kept eating her through it, tongue-fucking her fluttering pussy without mercy.
He could taste her, gushing like a broken fountain of youth all over his face and head in powerful bursts. The clear fluid soaked his hair, ran down his neck and chest, and splattered onto the floor while he continued licking and slurping through her violent orgasm.
Dacey was a trembling, squirting mess. She was mindlessly gurgling and choking on his cock, throat convulsing around him.
Wylis felt his own peak roaring up. He strode to the nearest wall and slammed her back against the cold stone, utterly pinning her. There was nowhere for her head to pull back as he locked her in place and started fucking her face like it was a cunt.
Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!
Her fingers clawed desperately at his muscular ass, urging him deeper even as she drowned.
"There!" Wylis warned.
Thick, heavy ropes of white erupted straight down Dacey's throat. She tried desperately to swallow, but upside down, the angle worked against her. Burst after burst of creamy batter flooded her mouth and immediately spilled, exploding out around his pistoning cock.
Thick white cream coated her entire face in messy layers, painting her cheeks, gluing her eyes shut, flooding her nostrils, and turning her dark hair into a sticky wreck. Long strands dripped heavily from her chin and forehead, splattering onto the floor beneath them as he kept pumping.
Wylis kept thrusting through the last spurts of his release until his cock finally started to soften. Only then did he pull out of her ruined face.
With effortless strength, he flipped her right-side up and set her unsteadily on her feet.
"Gods!" He cursed, staring at the masterpiece he had made. "You look like… a mess."
He grabbed her shoulders and walked her over to the dresser, turning her to face the mirror.
Dacey stared at her reflection. Her entire face was plastered in pearly layers of his seeds. It clung to her lashes in heavy clumps, dripped slowly from her nose and chin, and coated her hair. Her eyes could barely open, her lips swollen, her face shining like a well-used whore.
"We… I never imagined… something so depraved…" Dacey murmured. "I would do… but… I found it… arousing."
Wylis met her eyes in the mirror and had to agree. "As do I, Dacey. But we need a bath now. Care to join me at the spring in Godswood?"
Dacey turned and grinned wickedly. "Should I walk out like this?"
This woman!
He grabbed her tunic from the floor and threw it at her face.
"You should be more adventurous, my lord… I mean, Wylis."
Wylis just shook his head, hoping that Lyanna and Dacey would become friends, not rivals. Or else he'd have a hell to live in.
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Wylis had a different reason for going to the spring to take a bath. While they did end up doing the deed in the spring, they also talked plenty about the realm, the future, the Bear Islands, the Wall, and what was beyond.
He didn't share any secret knowledge with her. But he tried to hint to her that his ambitions weren't only fixed on Westeros. In fact, he wasn't much interested in Westeros. Robert was the King, and he was fine with that.
After the bath, he led her back to the castle.
She chose to rest in her own bedchamber that night, and he excused himself, saying he wanted to see Caliburn. He did see the big four-legged boy, but that wasn't the end goal.
Having lived in Winterfell for so long, he knew every passage in the castle. Using his Earthbending, he crossed a wall from outside the main keep. The place he entered was a storage room.
It was dark, so he walked barefoot and used Earthbending to sense his surroundings. He avoided bumping into anything and finally felt a cavity under the ground. Once again, he made a hole for himself through Earthbending and jumped down.
It was an underground cellar used by the guards. It was rarely ever opened, and nearly everything in there was rotting. He wondered if Eddard even knew about it. The castle was so massive that it was impossible to track everything.
Wall, after all, at times climbing up the floor and other times going down, he traveled through the castle and eventually arrived at the Great Keep's innermost area. Feeling the ceiling with his hands, he estimated his location and made a hole again, finally entering a dark room made to be a bedchamber, but it was empty.
From there, he walked over to a nearby wall and delicately made a tiny hole for his eyes. Instantly, he noticed light, and when he peered, it was just what he was looking for. It was Catelyn and Eddard's bedchamber. Both of them lay naked in the bed, under the fur-draped quilt.
But they weren't asleep as he heard them talk.
Ting!
Hm? What now?
[Name: Dacey Mormont
Age: 18
Occupation: Noblewoman, Warrior, Pupil
Current Loyalty: 71%
Status: Pregnancy Terminated]
Ah, that? Tea seems to take its sweet time.
Wylis ignored the prompt and focused inside. There was nothing to watch, so he put his ear to the hole and listened carefully.
"Ned, let her go. You will hurt her by forcing her to stay."
"You don't understand, Cat. He's... he's a vile man. Dishonorable, debauched womanizer. You saw what he did with Lady Dacey. There's no shame to him and... I would not have Mother sent to such a place."
"Then what of the King?" Catelyn's voice asked. "I have heard that Lord Kaiser at least cares for the women he fouls. But the King breeds and leaves behind, like a stallion loosed to wander."
"He's the King, Cat!"
Wylis frowned, listening to this absolute buffoon of Eddard Stark. It seemed the lack of Jon Snow had made the man dumber and rigid in his world views. Honor was absolute, and the King can do no wrong for he's the King.
That can't be it. Why does he care so much who I fuck and breed?
"Cat... Benjen told me. Brandon and Barbrey wed in secret at Ramsgate. Lady Barbrey carries a child. I sought Lord Arryn's counsel on the matter, but he seems to place his trust in Lord Kaiser. I... I cannot make sense of this man, Cat, and that troubles me. He holds the gold now; possibly, he's the richest house in the North after the Manderlys. I..."
"Fear him?" Catelyn's voice broke the sudden silence.
Seriously? When have I ever threatened your sorry castle? Where does this fear come from? The rebellion? Wait, could it be…
Wylis quickly brought up the Tyrant's Squire and looked at all the quest rewards as well as title rewards. The title called 'The Northern Sword' made him respected, feared, and awed in the North. 'Tyrant of the Trident' title made his fame spread realm-wide, and gave him greater status amongst nobles, while lesser landless knights respected and feared him.
'Kingslayer' title made the realm's nobles fear him as they were even beneath a king. And finally, having Lyanna's hundred percent loyalty made it so that 'All Starks were now genetically fearful and fond of Tyrant's blood'.
I caused this fear.
The seed of doubt had already been sown during the rebellion. Eddard never liked him being friends with Robert. Over time, as Wylis grew stronger and gained the titles and quest rewards, Eddard's doubts turned into fear, and now, the man was genetically fearful of him because that was the only damn state the man knew.
In comparison, Brandon was genetically fond of him since the beginning. Benjen was somewhere in the middle.
How do I change that?
"Aye, I suppose. Cat, I'll not see another House Bolton rise in the North. Lord Kaiser grows too swift, too strong, and far too wealthy. I scarce know how House Stark should answer him, should he ever turn against us."
You fool! Lyanna would cut my balls if I attacked Winterfell.
"Why do you think he'll revolt?" Catelyn asked.
Wylis pressed his ears harder against the wall.
"Because the strong crush the weak, Cat. That's the way of the world. The Mad King burned my Father because he could, because he had the power and the gold. House Lannister destroyed House Reyne for the same reason. They were rich, strong, and able. House Kaiser will keep growing, and I fear the day he grows beyond the Manderleys, he'll turn his eyes on the rest of the North. He's an opportunist. That's all I ever saw in him during the rebellion. A squire made lord in three years… and now this fortune."
You rambling fool. What would I gain in the North? Manderleys are already the strongest in the North, but they give no damn.
Wylis sighed and rubbed his face, annoyed by this nonsensical fear born out of his own titles and achievements.
Eventually, he heard even Catelyn stop asking questions as every answer was the same. Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell feared Lord Wylis Kaiser. And that fear was overriding all critical, common-sensical thinking.
Wylis sat there against the wall, waiting to hear anything. But soon the lights dimmed, and no more words were spoken.
Yet he remained, staring into the darkness of the room.
I must do something in the coming rebellion to offset the fear. Else the fool will run to the Boltons the moment I march, simply for dread of seeing my lands grow.
No matter what, he knew he didn't have the strength to fight and win against both the Boltons and the Starks combined.
He also waited for Tyrant's Squire to chime. To give him another quest. But that didn't happen. There was only silence. He tried to make sense of it and came to the realisation that this situation was already the result of Tyrant's Squire.
Why would Tyrant's Squire give him a quest to change the outcome of its own will? It wanted Starks to fear him, and they did now.
This is the natural order of things.
But as he sat there longer, his mind started to wander about the end goal of the Tyrant's Squire.
Wait! Does it actually want me to take over the North?
Seated, he went through the leftover quests to look for a pattern. Kiss Catelyn Stark and earn her loyalty. Claim all the gold in the river without sharing it and get a resource map of the entire North. Take his family away from Winterfell.
There was indeed a pattern. Pattern of greed, hegemony, earning loyalty, and securing his own turf. The way of the Tyrant, nothing else.
One last time, he looked through the hole at Eddard Stark and Catelyn. Then he filled the hole back and returned to his own bedchamber. But halfway, he changed his mind and instead went to Caliburn.
He chuckled. Once upon a time, when he had no friends, before Lyanna, he used to talk to the horses in the stable. And now, again in Winterfell, he went to a horse to talk with.
Only this time, the horse was very special and intelligent.
How do I take the North without waging an all-out war?
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