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Fuck! Fuck! No!
Wylis almost jumped when he saw Ashara standing on the tower's battlement. Countless thoughts and memories surged through his head. His fear had a basis, a fact from another reality. He feared it was going to be repeated again.
He quickly calmed himself and approached her slowly. And what happened after that was a crash course on how not to be an asshole towards women. He was no womanizer in his past life; he was obsessed with castles and knights only. This was new, but not something he hated.
The fear of losing her reminded him how much he cared for her. The guilt he felt for leaving her hopeless with a babe turned into guilt for not addressing it. For letting her fall into such a depressed state.
I'm fucking dense!
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her when she asked to feel him again. There was no way he was going to refuse her. He wanted to keep her forever and give her all the joy the world had to offer. Share all his future inventions with her. Watch her laugh and hear her… moan.
One dense bastard… yeah.
What he felt for Ashara, he was clear now. Lyanna was the love of his life, the woman who had been with him from the very beginning, when he was shoveling horseshit. She was someone he felt like he was born to fall in love with. The woman he was meant to spend his life with.
But Ashara was different. He didn't know if it was right to call it love. But he was fond of her, charmed by her voice, her beauty, her personality, and everything else. He didn't see himself waking up beside her on the bed each morning, but he did see himself going to sleep with her often.
Still, he felt like a bastard. But he tried to fight that feeling.
"And Gods will strike me if I refuse a charming lady like you."
With that, he lost himself in her divine warmth, his lips claiming her with hunger this time, and thanks to her being tall, he didn't have to lean too much. She was perfect, her mouth tasted of olives and something fruity. His hands roamed all over her rear, from her curving waist to her flared out, post-birth hips.
Her tears had dried, replaced now by sinful heat. Ashara surrendered her mouth fully to him, drinking his kisses as though they were wine, while her hands busied themselves with his trousers.
She kept her violet eyes open, watching him in the glow of sunset, her chest swelling with the sight of his face cast in crimson light, rough and beautiful. She wanted this memory burned into her forever.
Her slender fingers found the ties, tugging them loose, and then pushed the fabric down. His breeches sagged, and her hands claimed him. She wrapped her fingers around the girth of his thick shaft, and her eyes widened.
He was still the same. Massive, hot, alive in her grip.
"Mmmmh." She moaned into his mouth as his lips plundered hers, his tongue fucking her mouth with deep strokes. Her hands moved with hunger, stroking along his shaft, coaxing him fully hard, preparing him for what she desperately needed.
Her heart raced. Each stroke thrilled her, her palms gliding over the ridges and bulges of his manhood, exploring him. Her fingers traced his base, brushing through the hair there, then up along the thick, swollen veins that throbbed under her grip. She pushed the skin back, feeling the heavy swell of his knob, slippery and engorged, pulsing in her grasp.
He buckled slightly at her touch, and that small loss of control made her shiver with delight. She loved it. This power, this intimacy, the sheer thrill of holding him and feeling his body betray his need for her.
Wylis' own hands weren't idle. He gathered the folds of her many-layered gown, hauling the fabric up in greedy fists until his palm could sink into her bare curves. He squeezed through her smallclothes first, then tore them apart with casual strength, the cloth giving way easily. They sagged and slid down her thighs, leaving her round, mature ass bare to his touch.
"Hmm.." He groaned, one hand groping her soft flesh, kneading her like dough, while the other slid between her cheeks. His thick fingers traced the warm cleft, moving downward, across the curve of her bottom until he found the dripping heat between her thighs.
Gods, she's already soaking wet.
The wetness clung to his touch, slick and hot, her body begging for him without words.
Ashara shuddered, breaking the kiss with a ragged gasp as soon as his fingers touched her drooling core. Her eyes flicked down, catching sight of his cock jutting forward in her hand, thick and glistening, and her throat bobbed in a nervous gulp.
Without a word, she turned around, heart pounding, lifting her gown herself with one hand while the other braced on the cold stone battlement.
She bent forward, pressing herself against the battlement of the tower, presenting her bottom to him with a trembling mix of shame and lust. Her hair spilling like silk over her shoulder as she looked back at him.
"Don't you want me to…"
"I'm ready, Wylis. I… Gods, do you truly believe Lyanna was the only one in need?"
"..."
He said nothing more and stepped close and lined himself up behind her. He spread his legs wide to lower his massive frame, one hand pushing her gown higher until her pale, round ass was bared to him, perfect in the fire-lit glow of sunset. His other hand guided his cock down, the swollen head brushing against her dripping slit, smearing himself in her slick warmth, the wet sound making her shiver.
Schlk! Schlk!
He was about to push when his gaze flicked upward. The horizon was aflame, but when he looked down again, at her bowed back and trembling body, he shook his head.
No. He didn't want her turned away.
"Face me, Ashara. I want to see you."
Obeying without hesitation, she turned, cheeks flushed, eyes violet with hunger and devotion. Excitement radiated off her as she stood before him.
His big hand caressed her cheek, brushing dark hair aside so he could see every flicker of her gaze. And then…
"Aah!"
He suddenly grasped her gown, yanked it higher, and hooked one of her legs up and sideways against his hip, holding her half-open for him. The fabric bunched and hid her body, but he ignored it. He didn't need to see anything but her face.
"Oh, Wylis~" she cooed, breathless.
He answered with action. His cockhead pressed firmly against her entrance, then pushed, parting her pink folds, sliding in with an intentionally slow claiming. Gods, the feel of her… fiery hot, utterly soaked, and impossibly snug. It made his breath catch.
She stretched open for him with aching slowness, her body willingly accepted him, and the silky clutch of her cunt gripped him like it was meant to seal him inside. Each tiny push made him feel more, every ridge and ripple of her inner walls fluttering around his thickness.
For Ashara, the stretch was everything. Her violet eyes widened as his cockhead pushed her open, spreading her walls in a sting that made her bite her lip, yet aroused her beyond reason. He throbbed inside her like a living pulse, and she felt him in every inch as he sank deeper. It hurt, it burned, but it was the kind of burn she longed for.
She stared only at his face. This was the man she wanted, the man she gave herself to, the man she would never stop craving.
"Mmmm~" she moaned, wrapping her hands around his thick neck, pulling him down as though choking him, and crushing his lips with hers.
Her mouth devoured his hungrily, wet and urgent, her tongue darting inside, tasting him as if she would die without it.
Wylis let her take him, his lips yielding to her fevered kiss. He was too consumed by the sensation of her snug sheath swallowing him inch by inch, his eyes clamped shut as he focused on the molten grip of her cunt.
He moved in small thrusts, carving his way deeper, every motion gaining more ground until half of his cock was buried inside her. Then he started to truly fuck her.
Each push went further, every pull followed by a claiming plunge that forced more of his length into her. He wasn't rough, but he was relentless, driving with passion, with strength that made her gasp.
"Ungh! Ungh!" Ashara moaned and cried against his mouth, her sounds a mix of pain, joy, and delirious surrender. She kissed him like she wanted to eat his lips, her entire body trembling with each thrust.
Soon he was claiming her cunt fully, not with savagery but with hard, passionate plunges. He gave her everything but the very last inch, working her open, letting her body adjust to his size.
Ashara clung to him, her nails digging into his broad shoulders. Her words broke between moans, desperate and raw. "I don't… care, Wylis… Gods, I don't care about titles, wives, names… I only want you. I only want this."
Wylis noticed her faltering. She was balanced only on the toes of one leg, trembling, her grip slipping. Before she could topple, he pulled out completely, his cock sliding free with a slick, noisy plop. Both of them groaned in annoyance at the sudden emptiness.
"Let's try… something new."
Before she could question him, his massive arms wrapped around her. He scooped her up sideways in a sudden bridal carry, one arm behind her back, the other under her knees.
"Ah—!" Ashara yelped adorably, half laughing, half aroused as he hoisted her effortlessly into the air. Her hands clutched his shoulders for support.
"Can you… put it in?" he rumbled low with hunger.
Her cheeks flushed scarlet. Surprised and thrilled, she reached between their bodies with one hand, gripped his thick cock, and guided the blunt head against her salivating pussy.
"Oooooooh!"
Her moan spilled out as he lowered her, sinking her body down onto his saluting cock. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt, strange, intoxicating.
She felt weak, weightless, completely out of control. Her arms tightened around his neck, clinging to him as he held all the power. He could raise her, drop her, impale her as he pleased. She was nothing but a plaything in his arms, and it made her cunt throb wildly around him.
Slosh! Slosh!
Each wet stroke echoed between them.
He couldn't bottom out in that position, but that made him rougher, quicker. The short, rapid plunges drove her insane.
Her gown was dangling behind her curving ass, bunched up on her lap, forgotten. He couldn't see the sight of himself splitting her open, but that made it worse. His cock twitched violently, hyperaware of every moist squeeze, every hot ripple of her pussy. Like being fucked with a blind fold on, the sensations were otherworldly.
Wylis' eyes locked on her face instead, watching her features twist and break with bliss, flushed and undone. The sight alone fed his greed and drove him to the edge.
"Ooohhh… Wylis…" Ashara moaned, breath catching, her voice trembling like a song. She held his gaze, violet eyes shining, her lips parted, her whole face blushing with desire.
Pchk! Plap! Pchk!
He moved their bodies together in short, wet jolts, his arms guiding her weight up and down on his shaft. Each plunge made her gown sway, each thrust pressed her tighter to his chest. Her moans grew sharper, her nails dragging at his shoulders, and he fucked her like that. Short, firm, steady movements, until her body broke.
"Hhhhnnngh!" Ashara's climax hit like thunder, arms locked around his neck, hanging on for dear life as her body convulsed wildly in his grasp.
Her legs straightened, toes curling hard, thighs spasming, her cunt tightening around him in throbbing waves. She shook helplessly in his arms, writhing as it tore through her, nectar spilling down his cock in hot gushes. She lost herself, trembling, twitching, her entire body surrendering.
Her pussy flooded, juices dripping down his cock, making each stroke filthier as he fucked her harder through it.
"Me too… Ashara," he groaned. His jaw clenched, his cock hammering inside her.
"It's okay." She said and pecked his lips, smiling through her ragged breaths, radiant despite the mess, enough to outshine the setting sun. "Won't be more accidents… I-oh!"
"Who said that?" Wylis growled, pumping into her in ragged, greedy thrusts that made her body bounce in his arms.
His pace grew uneven as the edge consumed him, his voice deep and strained. "Ashara—I want more… two, three… a dozen, if you're willing. But not now… later… in a year, maybe—uhh!"
His words shattered as his body locked tight. His cock pulsed like a hammer in her soaked core, and then he erupted.
Thick batter gushed out in powerful spurts, each one flooding her molten cunt even more, forcing a wet, squelching sound. His head spun as he felt it, every pump squeezing more of his potent ointment out, the tight clutch of her sheath milking him. He groaned low, his entire frame shuddering as he emptied himself in her furnace.
Ashara's eyes widened, stunned, her lips parting as his words echoed in her mind. He wanted her to bear him more. It hit her like another climax, a dizzy rush of joy, making her feel claimed, chosen, almost like a wife. Her heart fluttered even as her cunt spasmed around his cock.
"Ohhh… yes… Wylis…" she moaned breathlessly, voice cracking in delirious bliss.
She felt his thick cream stuffing her insides, coating her walls, pouring into every inch. It was too much, spilling back out as it dribbled down her slit, sticky and warm, trailing along his shaft. Gods, it felt so good, so addicting. The raw fullness of him, the heat of his seed spilling inside her. She clenched around his shaft, desperate to hold it all in.
"Mmmh…" she hummed softly, smiling in glowing bliss, her body trembling in his arms as his cock stayed buried inside her.
Wylis shifted slightly, still buried deep inside her, and turned his gaze toward the horizon. The sunset painted the sky, and there they stood… His cock still thick inside her, her body still dripping, their mess joining with the fading day.
Ashara followed his gaze, resting her head on his shoulder, her heart steady at last. It was absurd, laughable, yet perfect. Standing there with her cunt filled with his flesh rod and creamy batter, watching the sunset as though nothing else mattered.
"Haha..." She laughed softly.
"Hm?"
"Nothing, just… enjoying the moment," she said, eyes still on the horizon.
"Aye, it is worth enjoying." He said and lustfully looked back at her. "But I haven't enjoyed enough. I'll visit your bedchamber tonight, after Lyanna frees me from the bed."
"You can last that long?" She asked with a pang of jealousy.
"Oh, Ashara, you have no idea."
And just like that, all that jealousy vanished, replaced with unstoppable desire.
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