Ros panted, eyes glazed, watching him hammer through her cunt, deeper and deeper until finally, his cock was all the way inside her. She felt splayed open, filled to her limit, her belly swelling with his shape.
"Fuck—Aaaaaah!" She cried out in pure bliss.
It felt insane. She felt every vein, every ridge dragging through her moist walls, scraping her raw in the most unholy way. The thick cockhead pressed so deeply she swore he was knocking the gates of her womb. Her finger was still abusing her sensitive bundle of nerves, the palm of her hand feeling the bulge of his cock moving inside her belly. Each stroke burned her, made her moan louder, left her shaking with too much pleasure to think straight.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The chair creaked under them, the wood groaning as he pounded down.
Wylis loomed over her like a tower, one hand gripping the armrest, the other clamped to the backrest, holding himself above her trembling body. He looked down at her ruined face, her cheeks flushed, her hair tangled with sweat, her lips bitten red. Her tits jiggled wildly, one hand squeezing, her slender fingers twisting her own nipple as though begging for more pain to match the pleasure.
Her legs lifted high, ankles crossed in the air. Every thrust shook her body, jolting her magnificent swells.
"Uh, uh, uh, uhhh~" she groaned, every exhale ragged, trembling with the violence of his thrusts. Another climax was clawing at her already; she could feel it tearing through her core. And yet, she felt him too. His heat was building up, his cock twitching inside.
"C-can… can I… kiss you?" she gasped. It was a plea, a request, desperate and small against the roar of his pounding. Gods knew what came over her, but she felt the need. That, if he kissed her, it would wash away the last of her doubts, prove to her that he truly meant to keep her forever.
"With… pleasure," he growled. With a sweep of his hand, he shoved papers and books from the table away, sending the items crashing to the floor.
In one swift motion, he lifted her from the chair, her wet thighs clinging around his waist, and dropped her flat on the wide table, on her back, her legs spread wide in his grip, and then he drove back into her delicious grip, pounding recklessly deep.
He leaned over her, his lips claiming one breast, then the other. His tongue lashed her nipple before he bit down hard enough to leave a mark, drawing a squeal from her throat. He suckled her like a babe, then went up to her lips, crashing into her mouth with a kiss as wet and bruising as his thrusts.
"Oooooooh… Thank you!" Ros gasped into him, her arms clinging around his thick shoulders as her body trembled underneath his colossal frame. Her spasms rolled through her as they kissed, each shudder more frantic than the last.
Ecstasy ripped through her, wet and messy, her walls tightening in fluttering waves that drenched his cock. She trembled under him, her fluffy, pale thighs quaking, the table sticky with her release. Each slam of his hips only made her gush more, helpless under him.
She tried to wrap her legs around him, but he was too big, too broad. Still, her ankles locked behind his ass, heels digging into him to keep him rooted deep inside her.
"Uggggh… Gods, Ros… you do… feel like a… maiden!" Wylis groaned between thrusts, his voice heavy with pleasure.
She only giggled, her laughter melting into moans as he slammed in harder, faster, his cock sliding in and out of her soaked cunt like a piston.
He couldn't tell if he really trusted her. Whether he could trust her fully, whether her sweet words hid schemes of her own. He didn't know. But the way her body welcomed him, the way she broke beneath him, it was hard to think she had any plan other than this.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The table started shaking. Her tits jiggled wildly, her flushed face tilted back, hair spilling like a halo of fire.
Their lips met again, his tongue forcing her mouth open as he rammed deep, and then he finally let go.
He slammed into her womb and stayed buried as his cock erupted. The first gush was a flood, hot and creamy, spraying her deepest parts with an ungodly amount of seed. His balls clenched again and again, unloading everything until she felt drowned in it. Her pussy overflowed, swollen petals dripping white, the table slick with his virile batter.
Ros's heels pressed him tighter, soft thighs caging him tight. She was desperate to keep him locked inside her. She wanted to feel it all, to know him in her belly, to hold every drop he gave her. Her cunt tightened with each pulse, milking him, making his seed bubble out in spurts.
"Ghk—ahhhh!" Wylis groaned, his cock jerking, spraying one last time as he resumed his slow, filthy thrusts.
His shaft churned the mess, squelching lewdly as his cream frothed and spilled, fucking the filth deeper into her. The wet sounds were unholy, a chorus of lust that echoed in the late night.
But he was too spent, it was too late in the night, too heavy-eyed from the day. He let himself soften by pulling out, because otherwise… Lyanna was witness to how long he could go on if he let his cock stay inside.
"The Moon tea… Qyburn has jars of it." He stepped away from her, watched her lie flat on the table like an artpiece, her cunt dripping.
Ros moaned, shoving her left hand down, her two fingers playing with her gaping pussy, rubbing his cum inside herself. Her other hand continued to play with her tits.
"So?" She asked with a pant. "W-Will you… have me?"
"Aye, Ros. No running from me now."
She just giggled. In acceptance. In lust. In pleasure. In hope.
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Dragonstone,
"We should depart at once, Your Grace! Every moment we linger puts us in greater peril!"
Rhaella eyed Ser Willem Darry as the man stormed into her chambers. "What's happened?"
"They're gone, all of them. Every man who could lift a sword. What's left are painted shields on the walls and a few frightened maids," Ser Willem said, his voice tight with worry. "We must flee while we can."
"How? They've surrounded Dragonstone, Ser. We'll be caught before we ever reach open sea, despite the storm. No ship can slip past them, and a small boat won't carry us far."
Ser Willem pressed a trembling hand to his brow. "We have to move before it's too late. If not the sea, then Robert's wrath will find us. And I'd sooner face the waves than his mercy."
Thud!
Suddenly, a loud noise disturbed the stormy silence in the bedchamber. The sea was raging outside, and the sky was dazzling in constant thunder.
"Hide, my Queen… Who's there?" Ser Willem shouted towards the massive open balcony, where two thick pillars stood on each corner, enough for someone to hide behind. Dragonstone was just designed so strangely. It felt eerie and sometimes ghostly.
No response came.
But Ser Willem was sure he saw a dark shadow there. He pulled out his sword and carefully approached the left pillar. "Come out, you assassin scum!"
"Fuck!"
A curse echoed from behind the pillar.
"Hello there."
And then a face peeked out, pitch-black like night, not a single hint of pale skin visible, as even the head was covered in a black scarf, as was the neck, and as the rest of the body became visible, the man was completely wrapped in tight black clothing, and… he was massive.
"W-Who sent you? You shan't pass me!" Ser Willem declared, though the old man gulped since the creature before him radiated such a powerful presence.
"We're on the same side, Ser Willem."
"Lies! You think you can deceive me? You climbed a straight wall ten floors high? No man can! Die, you vile demon!"
"..."
Clank!
The giant man easily caught Ser Willem's blade with one hand, thumb and fingers pinching it.
"D-Demonic strength!" Ser Willem tried to pull the blade, but he couldn't.
"Listen, I know how this must look. I blackened my face to keep to the shadows. I'm only here for Rhaella, to take her with me."
Ser Willem sneered.
"Ser Wylis?" Queen Rhaella's soft voice came from behind a cabinet where she was hiding.
"There you are!"
Ser Willem found himself tossed sideways to the floor. He watched in horror as the man, the Tyrant of the Trident, the Champion of the Rebellion, the very man behind the Targaryen Dynasty's destruction, approached the Queen and…
"Oh, Wylis!"
The Queen embraced the enemy? Ser Willem frowned, enraged. He poured all his strength left and got up before rushing to the Northern giant, his blade drawn out to stab. "You ensnared the Queen? You vile—"
Clang!
He knew it. He knew he wasn't good enough. The Northern giant easily unsheathed the short-sword on his waist and parried his strike.
"Run away, my Queen! Look… his sword drips with blood! He… he killed the maids!"
"What? Gods, no. I didn't kill the maids."
"Then whose blood is that?"
"This… Uh, there was a bit of a mutiny aboard my ship, so I had to kill my sailors."
"..."
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