Still pinned to the wall, she trembled but obeyed. One hand fumbled down between her thighs, her fingers brushing the throbbing shaft that pressed so insistently between her thigh gap. She gulped, feeling the sheer girth of it, already knowing the ache it was about to bring her. Shuddering, she angled the fat, wet crown against her pussy lips, guiding the beast to her own entrance.
"You can…" Wylis pushed forward just enough for the tip to pry her pink petals apart, the pressure threatening to split her already. "…moan and cry loud. The walls are safe—oh!"
He meant the stone walls, but the real walls, the clenching velvet inside her, were about to be torn apart. His cock was already stretching her obscenely, wedging her open wider than she'd ever been in her life.
"Gods! Oooh gods, yes! Yes! I can't—I can't stop shaking!" Lysa gasped, voice shrill with delirium. Her cries poured out unbidden, her mind unraveling with each inch that pushed inside. Lifted like that, she was all under his command.
"So thick! So deep! Jon could never—never! By the gods, you're a true man, a real man!" Her voice broke into laughter and moans all at once, half-crazed, her back arching helplessly, her fingers clawing at the wall.
Her words stroked Wylis' pride, but the venom against Jon soured it instantly. The man had already swallowed his shame to beg this of him. Wylis pushed her face harder into the cold stone and rammed himself deeper, silencing her wicked mouth with raw force.
Lysa felt it everywhere. His cock cleaved her petite cunt apart, opening channels untouched even by her husband's seedless efforts. It was as though he carved her body anew, molding her from the inside to fit his size alone. She gasped when she felt the thick bulge in her belly, her free hand flying to her stomach. She whimpered when she felt it there, pressing against her palm, as though her womb itself was being speared through.
Held high in his grip, she was nothing more than a doll for him to fuck. Wylis' hands clamped her hips like iron, dragging her light frame back and forth along his cock as though she was just a sheath to move on and off his swollen cock. Her toes curled uselessly in the air as he set the pace, each thrust hammering deeper, her cunt stretched wide and clinging.
"Ahhh… Ahhh—Wylis! Gods!" she wailed, forehead smearing sweat against the wall.
Her arms quivered with the effort of holding herself against the wall, but the truth was her body was only upright because of his sinewy length driving her forward. Her breasts swayed wildly, nipples stiff from cold air and dripping sweat, her cunt spasming tight around him, milking every inch of his shaft as though her body had just found real ecstasy.
"OOOOOH!"
Her scream split the chamber as her climax tore through her. Her pussy convulsed violently, a gush of hot juices flooding over his thrusting hardness. It sprayed down her thighs, a gooey mess that trickled in shining drips, rolling down her dangling legs until it dripped from her dainty toes to the floor.
Shlk–Squelch! Shkl–plap!
The sound of it was obscene, wet slaps echoing louder now as her body trembled in ruin.
"Gah! Take… it… Lysa!" Wylis growled, the final thrust stealing his breath. He rammed forward, burying his cock to the very root, his balls slapping against her soaked cunt as he crushed her against the wall. His chest pressed into her slick back. Then, he erupted.
Gush after gush surged inside her, thick baby cream spurting into her battered womb. His cock throbbed violently, pumping heavy ropes of virile ointment until her belly clenched around the flood.
"Aaaaangh! S-sooo much… ohhh!" Lysa howled at the ceiling, eyes rolling back, her voice breaking into a sobbing moan. She felt bloated, stuffed, her womb swelling as though his seed alone was filling her full. Every drop made her weaker, more undone, until she sagged limply in his grasp.
"Let's continue on the bed."
"W-What?" she gasped, still half-gone, drool at her lips.
She hadn't even caught her breath before Wylis swung her away from the wall and tossed her onto the bed.
She bounced once with a yelp before his massive body loomed over her. With no pause, he seized her legs, pushed them high until her knees nearly pressed to her chest, and crouched low over her entrance. His cock, still soaked and dripping with seed, speared straight back into her. The swollen flesh sword bottomed out instantly, stirring the mess inside her, forcing his seed to bubble out and spill.
Wylis's heavy balls slapped wetly against her folds. He looked down at her flushed face, her cheeks as red as her hair, her body shining with sweat under him. Each piston of his cock made her breasts bounce and jiggle violently between her raised knees.
Lysa's lungs fought for air, her whole back arching as her knees nearly pressed into her tits. But she loved it, relishing the way her cunt was splayed so wide, so suddenly, her body jostled with every brutal plunge. Bliss tore through her nerves, from her belly to her brain, until she was shuddering in rapture. She felt nothing underneath him, in seize, in weight, in control, and it tickled her brain just right.
Her hands roamed feverishly, clutching her own pale, sweat-slick body. She seized her tits, squeezing them tight, pinching and twisting her swollen nipples to heap more torment onto herself. Her mouth gaped, whimpering through the pleasure.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
He plowed her pussy mercilessly. Every thrust was as deep as his cock could bury, rutting her balls-deep without pause. Wylis rarely unleashed himself this hard on a woman, especially the first time, but Lysa was for this night alone. He'd give her everything, wring every drop of pleasure from her, and leave her ruined for any other man.
Lysa saw stars, actual sparks flashing behind her eyelids, her senses drowned beneath the relentless pleasure. Her body writhed under him, helpless to the hammering. All her mind could think of was more, more, more!
Wylis pushed her legs higher and higher until her lower body was raised completely in the air. Only her shoulders and head still touched the bed, while he jackhammered down into her like her pussy belonged to a whore, not a noble lady..
"Mmmmh…ahhh—I… I'm… spilling again! Oh! I never knew… I could—Aaaaaah!" Lysa shrieked, her words breaking into delirium.
Wylis smirked down at her shattering form, watching as another messy climax frothed around his pistoning cock. Her juices bubbled and spilled down her folded belly, smearing across her swells as they jolted under him.
When her convulsions eased, he leaned his weight down on her, never once leaving her stuffed love hole. His thrusts shortened, slower but so punishingly deep that her nails raked his chest and shoulders, clawing him in mindless greed.
Her insides shifted with every thrust, molded to his shape, utterly claimed. She was thin, delicate, a slender Tully girl made Arryn lady, but now nothing more than a fuck-toy wrung out by the most charming brute in the realm.
"Aaaagh… another one!" Wylis growled, stuffing himself deep and grinding hard against her womb as his cock convulsed.
He erupted again. His batter poured thick and hot, spurting in heavy gushes, flooding her used cunt. The first shot blasted straight deep, the force of it making her shudder, and then more came, each spurt spilling and overflowing, sticky warmth leaking past his thick shaft.
It gushed down her stretched hole, coating her insides with such a mess it burbled wetly around his cock, froth bubbling at her slit as he kept pumping. His hot butter spread into every crevice, drenching her cunt, sowing her womb, until his balls were drained but still pressed hard against her ass.
Ting!
[Name: Lysa Arryn née Tully
Age: 19
Occupation: Lady of the Eyrie, Wife
Current Loyalty: 90%
Status: Impregnated]
Ninety?! What?
"Aaaaahh! B-blessed—! Ohhh Gods, so full! I feel it, Wylis—I feel it! You've… you've blessed me with a babe already!" she sobbed, breaking into madness. Her back arched high off the bed as her belly twitched under the flood.
"Ugh!" Wylis grunted, finally collapsing forward, his weight pinning her down flat. His cock pulsed inside her sore, stretched hole, still warm and twitching within her ruined depths. "You're… doing wonderful."
"Thank you… Wylis."
But Wylis wasn't done. He rolled his hips, still hard enough to slide within her sloppy, seed-swollen cunt. This time, his hands closed around her tits, kneading them hard as he leaned low and dragged his wide tongue over her nipples, tasting her.
When he lifted his head, he stared at her face from between her smoldering valley, eyes glinting.
"A bit too early to thank me, Lysa. We've got… the whole night."
"W-Whole night?"
Of course, Lysa had never been fucked by a man at the peak of his physique. And she was in one hell of a ride.
A night she'd tell stories of to her grandchildren.
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The next day,
Wylis didn't see Lysa again after the previous night. He didn't look for Lord Arryn either. He spent some time with Robert, eating and laughing, the rest he spent within his little bedchamber, locked away. He took food and water to Elia and her children, and the rest of the time was for…
Jackpot!
Digging for treasures had suddenly turned exciting.
After finding the location of the forgotten Valyrian Steel and dragon eggs, he dug like a madman. Right underneath, there were at least a dozen lost Valyrian Steel items. There were also five dragon eggs. Wylis had already dug out three of those eggs, but they were all broken, cracked open completely.
He had no idea how the eggs got there. Maybe some past Targaryen hid them. Maybe someone stole them from the Targaryens and hid them. Wylis couldn't care less. As for the Valyrian Steel, it made more sense.
However, just because the treasure was Valyrian Steel, it didn't mean there was a lot. He'd found one single ring of a Valyrian Steel chainmail. He'd found a tiny finger from a Valyrian steel gauntlet. He had yet to find anything whole.
"Oh?!"
And that was when he came across the metal box.
Gods, if you're listening, just one. I'll go to Essos later.
Looking like a dirt-covered giant tunnel rat, with a single lantern on his side, sitting in the dark tunnel, he held the metal box on his lap and carefully pried it open with his dagger.
Click!
Something clicked, and the box's lid came loose.
Just one… Just one.
Mumbling to himself, he lifted the lid slowly. It was the box itself that had made him so hopeful.
"..."
He was left speechless.
He licked his dry lips, making them wet again.
"A whole, golden… fucking… dragon egg! It's still intact!"
Ting!
But the excitement was spoiled by the flash of the blue screen.
[New Main Quest - Dragon Breeder
Description - You have saved the dragons, but will they ever fly? The choice is yours.
Reward - Dragon Whisperer & Fire Immunity]
Hmm? Aren't they skills from the… store?
Wylis quickly pulled up the shop's menu and scrolled down. This was the first time the Tyrant's Squire was suggesting such a reward. A reward so great that it made him gulp. It seemed like there were no strings attached, but Wylis knew it couldn't be that simple. Bringing dragons back was risky.
But when he looked at the price in lifespan terms, he felt lost.
[Fire Immunity - 60 Years]
[Dragon Whisperer - 140 Years]
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